Julia arched her brows over eyes tender with compassion—compassion for his infinite stupidity.
"Oh, my dear!" she cried, and waved him away as a creature hopeless, impossible to help.
He closed the door and stood with his back to it, facing her.
"Well," he said, "you may be right; but before I do anything I must be sure."
"How do you propose to make sure?"
"I shall go and see her."
"Of course," said Julia, "you'll go and see her."
V
He went on to Montagu Street, so convinced was he that Julia was mistaken.
Freda knew well what she was going to say to him. She had chosen her path, the highest, the farthest from the abyss. Once there she could let herself go.