“Thanks,” said Adam. “If it is anything about Lady Margaret, let us be sensible, by all means.”
“That’s devilish clever of you, old chap,” responded Suffle, evidently much relieved already. “Of course you know how matters stand.”
“I would never be sure of where anything stood, that had a woman for an element in its make-up.”
“Yes, I know. That’s clever, too—deucedly clever. Perhaps I had better put it plainly.”
“Do, I beg of you.”
“Now—you are a frank, sensible man. Now—do you really like—you know—love, you know—Lady Margaret,—just speaking as man to man, sensibly, as you so cleverly said?”
“Would you force me to become either ungallant or a traitor?”
“Not at all, I——”
“Well, let us say that I am ungallant, since we are to be frank,” said Rust. “I will even admit that I am ungallant.”
“Good,” said Suffle. “That’s what I thought—I mean, you know——”