“Well?” he said, hoarsely. “What of him?”
“Bradbury, you must not judge me too harshly. We were thrown together and I was tempted—”
“Woman,” thundered Bradbury Fisher, “who is this man?”
“His name is Vosper.”
“And what is there between you and him, and when did it start, and why and how and where?”
Mrs. Fisher dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.
“It was at the Duke of Bootle’s, Bradbury. I was invited there for the week-end.”
“And this man was there?”
“Yes.”
“Ha! Proceed!”