“More fools, the pair of you.”
Emmeline made a deprecating gesture, as of one who pleads not to be interrupted in a difficult mental effort, and for a moment or so looked about her vaguely.
“Then of course he came here that same afternoon,” she said, with a brightening face. “And the next afternoon he came again.”
“Not two afternoons!” cried Mrs. Verinder. “Not again, behind my back, without my seeing him. Oh, but, Emmeline, that is shameful; that is underhand.”
“He is not underhand. How could you see him? You were out.”
“Then he oughtn’t to have come in. Besides, why didn’t he leave his cards? There were no cards on the table. I looked.”
“He left cards the day before.”
“He should have left them again,” said Mrs. Verinder, not really meaning it, only feeling muddled and angry.
Emmeline made another gesture.