Lady Mereston.
Won't you say something? I'm sure there must be some explanation.
Lady Frederick.
I don't know how you got hold of this letter, Lady Mereston. I agree with you, it is compromising. But Kate and Peter are dead now, and there's nothing to prevent me from telling the truth.
[Paradine Fouldes takes a step forward and
watches her.
Lady Frederick.
My sister-in-law was a meek and mild little person, as demure as you can imagine, and no one would have suspected her for a moment of kicking over the traces. Well, one morning she came to me in floods of tears and confessed that she and Roger Bellingham [with a shrug] had been foolish. Her husband suspected that something was wrong and had kicked up a row.
Fouldes.
[Drily.] There are men who will make a scene on the smallest provocation.
Lady Frederick.