"Oh. I am so, I believe," says Susan, and contemplated Mr. Hadley with placid satisfaction.
"She is too honest for you, Mr. Hadley," Alison said.
"Oh Lud, yes, ma'am. The mass of her overwhelms me, and it's all plain virtue—a heavy, solemn thing. Look you, Susan, you embarrass madame with your revelations."
"It is curious. He is always ill at ease when I am with him."
"Because you make me tedious, child."
"That's your vanity, Mr. Hadley." Alison tried to keep in tune with them.
"Look you, Susan, I am cashiered by marriage. Once I was Charles. Now I am without honour."
"Mr. Geoffrey Waverton," quoth the butler.
Alison's hand went to her breast and she was white.
"Dear Geoffrey!" Mr. Hadley murmured. "I do not know when last I saw dear
Geoffrey," and he turned a sardonic face to the door.