The great lady tapped her foot on the floor.
‘You are not acquainted with the district.’
‘One of my men comes out of it.’
‘The coming out of it!... However, I understand her story, that she travelled from a village inn, where she had been left-without resources. She waited weeks; I forget how many. She has a description of maid in attendance on her. She came to London to find her husband. You were at the mines, we heard. Her one desire is to meet her husband. But, goodness! Fleetwood, why do you frown? You acknowledge the marriage, she has the name of the church; she was married out of that old Lord Levellier’s house. You drove her—I won’t repeat the flighty business. You left her, and she did her best to follow you. Will the young men of our time not learn that life is no longer a game when they have a woman for partner in the match!
You don’t complain of her flavour of a foreign manner? She can’t be so very... Admiral Baldwin’s daughter has married her brother; and he is a military officer. She has germs of breeding, wants only a little rub of the world to smooth her. Speak to the point:—do you meet her here? Do you refuse?’
‘At present? I do.’
‘Something has to be done.’
‘She was bound to stay where I left her.’
‘You are bound to provide for her becomingly.’
‘Provision shall be made, of course.’