He had taken a hand at bridge, where the table stood close to the half-open door of the bar, and he sat nearest the voices which occasionally floated through into the card-room.
"What gets my goat is, that her brother should allow it."
"Do you think he knows?"
"She has had no use for anybody but—That—lately."
"It was a case of mutual attraction at first sight."
"Well, either someone ought to tackle him or he ought to tackle her."
"You don't be a damn fool! It ain't anybody's business to tackle a grown man about the doings of a married woman in his house. My wife says——"
Low murmurings.
"It can't be true!"
"Fact, I assure you. Cecily saw her actually going through his garden-gates."