“Don’t you want to know with whom I’m in love?”
“Does it concern me?”
“In a way it does.”
“Fire ahead.”
“Wynne Rendall is your nephew, isn’t he? I’m in love with his wife.”
Clementine shot a quick, fierce glance at his visitor.
“Oh! Well, hadn’t you better get over it?”
“I’m not sure that I want to. Not at all sure.”
“Then I’m glad you came to see me. Why did you?”
“Your name occurred last night. She said that you understood. Well, I want you to understand, that’s all; to understand that, if anything goes wrong, it’s her husband’s fault, not hers.”