As we seated ourselves in the train, he asked me if I had any idea what O'Rane proposed to do.
"Did Grayle tell you to find out?" I enquired.
"Of course he didn't," was the indignant rejoinder.
"But he would be interested to know," I suggested. "Well, I can't help you, Guy. O'Rane has not told me; he has not told anyone, so far as I am aware. Why don't you interview him on the subject?"
Though Guy is a friend, I could not help being a little brutal to him in manner; I have always admired his loyalty to Grayle, but at this moment it was a quality which alienated me from him.
"It's no business of mine," said the faithful squire. "I don't know O'Rane, but I can't imagine any man sitting down under this sort of thing."
"Is Grayle so desperately keen on a divorce?"
"I've never met anyone who went through the Divorce Court for love of the thing," he answered.