It was awful to discuss such a situation as hers when the milkman had scarcely finished his rounds, and when her vitality had not been warmed up.
“Do sit down, Sir Seymour!” she said.
“Thank you!”
And he sat down in a businesslike sort of way, and at once began.
“Rather late last night I saw Lady Sellingworth.”
“Oh? Yes?”
“She sent for me. You know why, I understand.”
“Yes. I had been with her.”
“She told me the whole matter.”
“Oh! Did she? I—I’ve been awfully foolish. I deserve to—I deserve everything. I know that. Adela has been so good to me. I can never say how good. She might so easily have—I mean considering the way I have—”