Sir Carey bent down and kissed her with a very tender gallantry.
“You and I are secretly sentimentalists, Delia,” he said. “That is why we are so happy together.”
“Why doesn’t Dion Leith go to England?” she exclaimed, almost angrily.
“Perhaps England seems full of his misery. Besides, his wife is there.”
“He ought to go to her. He ought to force her to see the evil she is doing.”
“Leith will never do that, I feel sure,” said Sir Carey gravely. “And in his place I don’t know that I could.”
Lady Ingleton looked at him with an almost sharp impatience such as she seldom showed him.
“When a man has right on his side he ought to browbeat a woman!” she exclaimed. “And even if he is in the wrong it’s the best way to make a woman see things through his eyes. Dion Leith is too delicate with women.”
After a moment she added:
“At any rate with some women, the first of whom is his own wife. A man should always put up a big fight for a really big thing, and Dion Leith hasn’t done that!”