“I am an honest man, and in your heart you know it.”
“Honesty is a relative term.”
“And you know that your wife is a pure woman.”
“Who meets you on your arrival in England, and spends hours with you in a private room of an hotel?”
“Have you been setting spies on her?” asked Hugh.
“I follow the usual course adopted by men in my position.”
The district train dashed into the station.
“Irene was right,” returned Hugh, turning contemptuously. “You are not worth trying to convince.”
They entered different compartments, left the train at different stations, and for some years did not meet again face to face.