“If the case ends as I feel sure it will, I hope your wife and I shall get to know each other. I hear she’s the most delightful woman in London, and extraordinarily beautiful. Isn’t she?”
“I think she is beautiful,” Dion said simply.
And then they talked about Robin, while Mrs. Chetwinde and Daventry discussed some question of the day. Before they parted Dion could not help saying:
“I want to ask you something.”
“Yes?”
“Why do you feel sure that the trial will end as it ought to end? Surely the lack of the psychological instinct is peculiarly abundant—if a lack can be abundant!”—he smiled, almost laughed, a little deprecatingly—“in a British jury?”
“And so you think they’re likely to go wrong in their verdict?”
“Doesn’t it rather follow?”
She stared at him, and her eyes were, or looked, even more widely opened than usual. After a long pause she said;
“You wish to frighten me.”