Furnival flung the Caroline Testout on the floor. He trod on the Caroline Testout. It was by accident, but still he trod on it; so that he seemed much more brutal than he was.
"It's very hot in here," said she. "I'm going on to the terrace."
"Let's go down," said he, "into the garden. We can talk there."
"You seem to be able to talk anywhere," said she.
"I have to," said Furnival.
She went out and walked slowly down the terrace to the east end where Straker sheltered Mrs. Viveash.
Furnival followed her.
"Are you coming with me or are you not?" he insisted. "I can't get you a minute to myself. Come out of this, can't you? I want to talk to you."
"And I," said Miss Tarrant, "want to talk to Mrs. Viveash."
"You don't. You want to tease her. Can't you leave the poor woman alone for a minute? She's happy there with Straker."