PRIMROSE DEANE.
(Looking out of window.) He—he made me think so.
ADAM CHERRY.
And then you quarrelled?
PRIMROSE DEANE.
No—he changed—all of a sudden just as—as if he had found out something bad against me—and—and I've never done anything bad—not, not very bad (choking a sob). Do you think anybody could have said anything to set him against me?
ADAM CHERRY.
Oh, impossible! What could—— Wait a minute, though. There's one thing somebody might have told him about you that would have been enough to send Master Ted off at double quick march.
PRIMROSE DEANE.
What?