'Never in the world, Sir David. How can she be used to it?'
'Why, my dear sir, when a woman's fond!—And don't they mostly handle the long bow themselves? They are connoisseurs—they have a sympathy for a fellow-performer.'
Lyon was silent a moment; he had no ground for denying that Mrs. Capadose was attached to her husband. But after a little he rejoined: 'Oh, not this one! I knew her years ago—before her marriage; knew her well and admired her. She was as clear as a bell.'
'I like her very much,' Sir David said, 'but I have seen her back him up.'
Lyon considered Sir David for a moment, not in the light of a model. 'Are you very sure?'
The old man hesitated; then he answered, smiling, 'You're in love with her.'
'Very likely. God knows I used to be!'
'She must help him out—she can't expose him.'
'She can hold her tongue,' Lyon remarked.
'Well, before you probably she will.'