“I don't know that she does,” Manning said, rather uncomfortably. “But that would come right. She would marry me, naturally.”
“Why?”
“Well, I mean the position. Lady Herbert Manning could go where Mrs Glinn could not, and all that sort of thing.”
“The only question is whether you can bring yourself to ask her?”
“My dear chap, you don't put it too pleasantly.”
“It's the fact, though.”
Lord Herbert hesitated. Then he said dubiously, “I suppose so.”
Maine lit another cigar and sat down again. His face was very white. “You're rather conventional, Manning,” he said presently.
“Conventional! Why?”