The awful word was spoken almost simultaneously by all the company in that drawingroom of Intellectual Mansions, S. W.
“She’s quite safe,” said Madge Vernon calmly. “I’ve come to ask you to bail her out.”
Herbert’s guests rose and looked at him in profound astonishment and indignation.
“But you told us—” cried Mrs. Atkinson Brown.
Herbert Heywood gave a queer groan of anger and horror.
“Bail her out!... Oh, my God!”
He sank down into his chair and held his head in his hands.