Mrs. Winnie sprang to her feet. “Who is that?” she cried.
And the door opened, and Mr. Duval entered.
“Good evening,” he said pleasantly, and came toward her.
Mrs. Winnie flushed angrily, and stared at him. “Why do you come here unannounced?” she cried.
“I apologize,” he said—“but I found this in my mail—”
And Montague, in the act of rising to greet him, saw that he had the offensive clipping in his hand. Then he saw Duval give a start, and realized that the man had not been aware of his presence in the room.
Duval gazed from Montague to his wife, and noticed for the first time her tears, and her agitation. “I beg pardon,” he said. “I am evidently trespassing.”
“You most certainly are,” responded Mrs. Winnie.
He made a move to withdraw; but before he could take a step, she had brushed past him and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
And Duval stared after her, and then he stared at Montague, and laughed. “Well! well! well!” he said.