“On a night like this, doesn’t a divorce case seem preposterous?”
“Well, you have the tongue of the flatterer!”—he looked up—“But perhaps it does, even when it’s Mrs. Clarke’s.”
“Are you in love with Mrs. Clarke?”
“Deeply, because she’s my first client in a cause celebre.”
“Have you forgotten her book again?”
“Her book? ‘The Kasidah’? I’ve got it here.”
He tapped the capacious side pocket of his coat.
“You saw it then?” he added.
“Beattie had it when I went upstairs.”
“I wonder what she made of it,” Daventry said, with softness in his voice. “Don’t ever let Rosamund see it, by the way. It’s anything rather than Christian. Mrs. Clarke gets hold of everything, dives into everything. She’s got an unresting mind.”