"I see," said Mrs. Verulam, accepting a good reason in the usual sweet womanly way.
"I was perfectly innocent. I had to sit with Bream while Huskinson was seeing about the oranges."
"Of course."
"And when Huskinson attacked Bream it was my duty to say that Bream was harmless."
"Certainly."
"But my doing this brought Huskinson to the verge of madness. He went away suddenly for a week."
"Leaving Bream?"
"Yes. And then he came back, and said that we had deceived him by being together alone."
"How unreasonable!"
"That the whole plantation was talking about us, and that Boswell was nothing at all in the way of a chaperon. This was too much. While Bream was in the billiard-room, arguing with Huskinson and locking up the revolvers, I packed my trunks, got into the buggy, and proceeded. I thought that my woman's dignity required it of me. The next thing was that Huskinson sued for a divorce. I wouldn't defend it, for I was real angry. Bream was down with fever. And the end of it was that Huskinson got the case."