"I thought I did right," he said.
"Yes?" Barbara questioned.
"That young man who came here—what was his name?"
"Mr. Harding."
"No, no, no!" he cried irritably. "No! What made you think of him? The first one?"
"Mr. Scarlett?"
He nodded.
"But it doesn't matter," he said. "If you were thinking of the other one it doesn't matter about Scarlett."
"What about him?"