"Yes," Karl snarled.
"Then you, too, must be respectable," the visitor said coolly, adding, as Karl looked at him with wonder: "In a situation like this only a very respectable man could behave with such infernal stupidity."
Karl was about to retort when the studio door opened and Olga entered. He turned quickly toward her and she went to him without noticing Millar.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Your husband will be here in ten minutes," Millar interposed.
Olga turned toward him and cried accusingly:
"Then you were not asleep in that chair when my husband was here. You heard him say when he would return."
"Madam is mistaken. Feminine presentiment always feels the approach of the husband ten minutes ahead of time. Were it not for those ten minutes there would be more divorced women, but fewer locked doors."
As he spoke he walked over and unlocked the door leading into the hall, then turned and looked at them calmly.
"Is this never to finish?" Olga asked.