A lover fit for the Master’s wife—
“A moment, sir.”
Mr. Wedderburn leaned forward in a manner, that, although still quiet, stopped Sir Perseus instantly.
“Where do you get your information, sir?” he asked.
Sir Perseus put down the pamphlet.
“Why, from common talk,” he said.
“Common talk!” cried the other in a strange voice, “so these things are common talk! And this last of your gutter lies, is that common, too?”
“So common, sir, that you should know it,” answered Sir Perseus, firing. “’Tis public property, God knows.”
Mr. Wedderburn’s intense eyes never lost their steadiness; he spoke in the same suppressed voice:
“I have never heard anything against the fair name of Lady Dalrymple,” he said.