"I'm sure I don't know." This scene to Reggie was becoming positively silly. "Take him back to England as soon as possible, I should think."
"But would he fall in love with women in England?"
"Possibly."
"Then what am I to do?"
"Grin and bear it. That's what we all have to do."
"Oh, Mr. Forsyth," Asako implored, "you know my husband so well. Do you think he is a bad man?"
"No, not worse than the rest of us," answered Reggie, who felt quite maddened by this talk. "He is a bit of a fool, and a good deal of a blunderer."
"But do you think Geoffrey was to blame for what happened?"
"I have told you, my dear Mrs. Barrington, that your husband assured me that nothing actually happened. I am quite sure this is true, for your husband is a very honourable man—in details."
"You mean," said Asako, gulping out the words, "that Miss Smith was not actually Geoffrey's—mistress; they did not—sin together."