Leavesley was now fuming about the studio. What on earth had possessed Bridgewater? How on earth had he found out about the affair, and how had he come to twist Epping Forest into the Zoological Gardens?
"——and shut them again," resumed Miss Hancock. "However, it is none of my business, but if there is such a thing as honour you ought, in my humble opinion, to go to your uncle and tell him the state of your feelings towards Miss Lambert."
"I'll go," said Leavesley—"go to the office to-day; and if uncle chooses to keep that antiquated liar of a Bridgewater in his service any longer after what I tell him, it will be his own look-out."
Miss Hancock had not reckoned on this, she looked uncomfortable.
"Bridgewater is an honourable man, who has acted for the best."
"I know," said Leavesley. "Now, I must go out; I have some business. Are you sure you won't have some tea?"
"No tea, thank you," replied Miss Hancock, rising to depart.