“B.” he said, with an effort, “the wife is jealous. We put the girl into that house—we ought to get her out.”
Blanca's reply came slowly.
“From the first,” she said, “the girl has been your property; do what you like with her. I shall not meddle.”
“I am not in the habit of regarding people as my property.”
“No need to tell me that—I have known you twenty years.”
Doors sometimes slam in the minds of the mildest and most restrained of men.
“Oh, very well! I have told you; you can see Hughs when he comes—or not, as you like.”
“I have seen him.”
Hilary smiled.
“Well, was his story very terrible?”