"What, more hideous revelations?" said Timothy.
Beulah shook her head. "No; I - I think probably I'd better not have any more secrets from Mr.. Harte," she said. "What is it?"
"What did you quarrel with Mrs. Haddington about this morning?"
She blushed. "Oh - !"
"Well, I did warn you!" Hemingway pointed out.
"Apparently you already know what I quarrelled about! I've no doubt Thrimby was listening to the whole affair. All right, I don't care! Mrs. Haddington had found out that I dined with Mr.. Harte last night, and - she was furious."
"Yes?" Hemingway prompted her.
She swallowed. "She - threatened to tell him - about me." She raised her eyes. "Well, more than that: she said she would tell him."
"And what did youu say to that?"
"Oh, why ask me? You know exactly what I said!"