"So I did, Odo. But that was merely out of respect for the memory of Nevil's mother. Besides, it was only right that somebody should see what her home was like."
"What was it like, Mary?" said I.
Mrs. Catesby compressed her lips.
"I ask you, Mary. You alone sacrificed yourself upon the altar of public decency; you alone are in possession of the grim facts."
"Let us be charitable, my dear Odo. After all, what can one expect of a person from a continental circus?"
"What indeed!" was my pious objuration.
"There is only one thing, I fear, for Nevil to do now," said the Great Lady. "He must get a divorce and marry his cook."
The august matron denied us the honour of her company at luncheon. She was due at the Vicarage. And there was reason to believe that she would drink tea at the Priory and dine at the Castle. It was so necessary that the joyful tidings of the Divine justice that had overtaken the wicked should be spread abroad.