"Supposing somebody else tells him?"
"If they do it'll only be their word against mine. And he'd take my word against anybody's."
"Poor devil!"
He seemed to meditate, dispassionately, on the poor devil's case, and hers.
"You little fool. It isn't a question of people's words. How are you going to get rid of the facts?"
"He needn't know them."
"You forget. I'm one of them. How are you going to get rid of me?"
"Oh, Wilfrid—you're not going to tell him? You said you wouldn't."
"Of course I said I wouldn't—I'd even be glad to get rid of myself to oblige you, Kitty, but I can't. Here I am. How are you going to account for me?"
"I've thought of that. He needn't see you. It'll be all right, Wilfrid, if you'll go away."