"I want to know," said she, "what you are going to do."
"To do?" He was genuinely bewildered.
"Yes, to do."
"But about what?"
"About that woman."
He was so charmed with the angelic absurdity of the question that he paused while he took it in, smiling.
"I can't see," he said presently, "that I'm called upon to take action. Why should I?"
She drew herself up proudly.
"For my sake."
He was instantly grave. "For your sake, dear, I would do a great deal. But"—he smiled again—"what action should I take?"