This time she had armed herself with the cheque books.
Mrs. Levitt began, "Well—?"
"Mr. Waddington says he is very sorry if there's any misunderstanding. I don't know whether you remember getting this letter from him?"
Mrs. Levitt blinked hard as she read the letter.
"Of course I remember."
"You see that he could hardly have stated his position more clearly."
"But—this letter is dated October the thirty-first. The promise I refer to was made long after that."
"It doesn't appear so from his letters—all that I've taken down. If you can show me anything in writing—"
"Writing? Mr. Waddington is a gentleman and he was my friend. I never dreamed of pinning him down to promises in writing. I thought his word was enough. I never dreamed of his going back on it. And after compromising me the way he's done."
Barbara's eyebrows lifted delicately, innocently. "Has he compromised you?"