"I don't suppose it was anything very bad. He had been yachting when my Plymouth acquaintance met him."
"He has not married—that person," faltered Christabel.
"What person?"
"Miss Mayne."
"Good heavens, no, my dear—nor ever will."
"But he ought—it is his duty."
"My dear child, that is a question which I can hardly discuss with you. But I may tell you, at least, that there is an all-sufficient reason why Angus Hamleigh would never make such an idiot of himself."
"Do you mean that she could never be worthy of him—that she is irredeemably wicked?" asked Christabel.
"She is not good enough to be any honest man's wife."
"And yet she did not seem wicked: she spoke of him with such intense feeling."