“He must have forgotten that part of his duty—or being only a beginner, he may well have been ignorant of it altogether. Did neither you nor the lady think of informing him on the point?”
“Neither I nor the lady knew there was any necessity for informing him.”
Mr. Delamayn folded up the manuscript, and put it back in his pocket.
“Right,” he said, “in every particular.”
Mr. Vanborough’s swarthy complexion slowly turned pale. He cast one furtive glance at Mr. Kendrew, and turned away again.
“Well,” he said to the lawyer, “now for your opinion! What is the law?”
“The law,” answered Mr. Delamayn, “is beyond all doubt or dispute. Your marriage with Miss Anne Silvester is no marriage at all.”
Mr. Kendrew started to his feet.
“What do you mean?” he asked, sternly.
The rising solicitor lifted his eyebrows in polite surprise. If Mr. Kendrew wanted information, why should Mr. Kendrew ask for it in that way? “Do you wish me to go into the law of the case?” he inquired.