"Forgotten supper, had you?" snapped his host, when he was fairly launched. "A healthy man never does that. What's amiss, Lomax?"
Griff looked at him thoughtfully across the table.
"Something serious. I don't come for advice unless I need it."
"And then you don't take it. You always were a cross-grained beggar. Well?"
"There's a woman in the case."
"Damn the women!" growled Roddick. "Have some more beef."
Griff said no more on the subject till they had turned their chairs to the fire; then he made a plain statement of fact.
"So it's come at last, has it?" said Roddick, gruffly.
Griff flushed.
"Hold hard, Roddick; you're going a bit too far," he muttered, in answer to the spirit rather than the matter of the other's words. "We are innocent, I tell you!"