'I want to know that too.'
'Do you mean that he's left home?'
'I haven't seen or heard of him since he went out last Sunday week to see your brother.'
'To see my brother? How do you know that he went to see my brother?'
'He had an interview at the York Hotel with your brother, who called himself Mr. John Smith.'
'My brother called himself Mr. John Smith?'
'Yes, my lady; and yesterday when Mr. FitzHoward saw him in Piccadilly----'
'Who's Mr. FitzHoward?'
'My husband's business manager. He went up to him and asked him what he'd been doing with my husband. And he was so struck all of a heap, and went on in such a way, that Mr. FitzHoward felt sure that he'd been doing something he didn't ought to. Then he found out that his name wasn't Smith at all, but Howarth; so he brought me here to ask what he's been doing to my James.'
The young lady, turning to the older one, made a queer movement with her hands.