“I ask her pardon. A lady? You are sure she is a lady?”
“Yes.”
“Then it is a matter of—let me think—not jealousy? Hardly. We may leave that out.”
“Certainly.”
“Don’t you catch on, Mr. Greville?”
“No, I must say I do not.”
“Well, consider it coolly. Exclude love, jealousy, any gross fraud, and what is left? What can be left?”
“I do not know.”
“How about politics,” he smiled. “How does that strike you?”