'You'll educate Jimmy?'
'Is that his name? I will see that he is educated. And, also, if you like, your little girl.'
For a moment or two I struggled against a rush of words. There were so many things which seemed to want saying all at once.
'Mr. Howarth, what has my James to do with you?'
'To do with me? I don't understand.'
'Oh yes, you do. What is there between my James and you?'
'Nothing; absolutely nothing. We have gone into that before; is it necessary to do so again?'
'Listen to me, Mr. Howarth. You take my advice, be careful what you say. Here's my husband's portrait. You look at it; and when you've looked at it you tell me what there is between you two.'
I handed him one of the heap off the table, which I had got out for Miss Desmond to see. He took it with a frown.
'So he was photographed? I shouldn't have thought he was that kind of man.'