"I do not want such friends as that," she said, flaming suddenly. "Who do you suppose has come between my husband and me?"
"Not Mrs. Lancaster."
"Yes."
"No," said Keith, firmly; "you wrong them both. You have been misled."
She rose and walked up and down the room in an excitement like that of an angry lioness.
"You are the only friend that would say that to me."
"Then I am a better friend than others." He went on to defend Mrs. Lancaster warmly.
When Keith left he wondered if that outburst meant that she still loved Norman.
It is not to be supposed that Mr. Keith's visits to the house of Mrs. Wentworth had gone unobserved or unchronicled. That portion of the set that knew Mrs. Wentworth best, which is most given to the discussion of such important questions as who visits whom too often, and who has stopped visiting whom altogether, with the reasons therefor, was soon busy over Keith's visits.
They were referred to in the society column of a certain journal recently started, known by some as "The Scandal-monger's Own," and some kind friend was considerate enough to send Norman Wentworth a marked copy.