He stopped in his tramping, and looked at me askance.
‘Why?’
I felt that, if I was not careful, I should be done for,—and, probably, in his present mood, Marjorie too.
‘My dear Lindon, I cannot tell you how grateful I am to you for your suggestion, but I can only repeat that—unfortunately, anything of the kind is out of the question.’
‘I don’t see why.’
‘Perhaps not.’
‘You—you’re a pretty lot, upon my word!’
‘I’m afraid we are.’
‘I—I want you to tell her that Lessingham is a damned scoundrel.’
‘I see.—But I would suggest that if I am to use the influence with which you credit me to the best advantage, or to preserve a shred of it, I had hardly better state the fact quite so bluntly as that.’