Mrs. Sawbridge stood up in order to be more dignified than a seated position permitted.
“It is scarcely my business, Sir Isaac,” she said, “to know of the movements of your wife.”
“Nor Georgina’s apparently either. Good God! I’d have given a hundred pounds that this shouldn’t have happened!”
“If you must speak to me, Sir Isaac, will you please kindly refrain from—from the deity——”
“Oh! shut it!” said Sir Isaac, blazing up to violent rudeness. “Why! Don’t you know, haven’t you an idea? The infernal foolery! Those tickets. She got those women——Look here, if you go walking away with your nose in the air before I’ve done——Look here! Mrs. Sawbridge, you listen to me——Georgina. I’m speaking of Georgina.”
The lady was walking now swiftly and stiffly towards the house, her face very pale and drawn, and Sir Isaac hurrying beside her in a white fury of expostulation. “I tell you,” he cried, “Georgina——”
There was something maddeningly incurious about her. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t even pause to hear what Georgina had done and what he had to say about it. A person so wrapped up in her personal and private dignity makes a man want to throw stones. Perhaps she knew of Georgina’s misdeeds. Perhaps she sympathized....
A sense of the house windows checked his pursuit of her ear. “Then go,” he said to her retreating back. “Go! I don’t care if you go for good. I don’t care if you go altogether. If you hadn’t had the upbringing of these two girls——”
She was manifestly out of earshot and in full yet almost queenly flight for the house. He wanted to say things about her. To someone. He was already saying things to the garden generally. What does one marry a wife for? His mind came round to Ellen again. Where had she got to? Even if she had gone out to lunch, it was time she was back. He went to his study and rang for Snagsby.
“Lady Harman back yet?” he asked grimly.