“I suppose you will admit that I managed to save you just now from a scandal,” she said at last.
“Yes, indeed,” murmured the other woman.
“Then will you look upon this as a business transaction, and pay me by speaking the truth?”
“Yes,” said Philippa again, her mournful eyes fixed upon Cecily’s.
“Did you see my husband the other night?”
“No—he wasn’t here.”
“But you came to see him?”
“Yes.”
Cecily drew in her breath a little.
“At his request, of course?” she asked lightly, with a smile.