Mavis smiled at the reply.
"Then we come to to-day," continued Windebank.
"The least said of to-day the better."
"I'm not so sure; it may have the happiest results."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Do let me go on. Assuming you were little Mavis, where do I find her—eh?"
Here Windebank's face hardened.
"That woman ought to be shot," he cried. "As it is, I've a jolly good mind to show her up. And to think she got you there!"
"Ssh!"
"You've no idea what a house it is. It's quite the worst thing of its kind in London."