By Jove! I'm ashamed to say it, but I half begin to
believe in you. I did think I was past being taken in, but it
seems possible for once again. Of course, you will return to Mrs.
Redmain now that all is cleared up."
"It is impossible," Mary answered. "I can not live in a house
where the lady mistrusts and the gentleman insults me."
She left the room, and Mr. Redmain did not try to prevent her. As
she left the house she burst into tears; and the fact Mewks
carried to his master.
The man was the more careful to report everything about Mary,
that there was one in the house of whom he never reported
anything, but to whom, on the contrary, he told everything he
thought she would care to know. Till Sepia came, he had been
conventionally faithful--faithful with the faith of a lackey,
that is--but she had found no difficulty in making of him, in
respect of her, a spy upon his master.
I will now relate what passed while Mary sat deaf in the corner.
Mr. Redmain asked his visitor what he would have, as if, although
it was quite early, he must, as a matter of course, stand in need
of refreshment. He made choice of brandy and soda-water, and the
bell was rung. A good deal of conversation followed about a
disputed point in a late game of cards at one of the clubs.
The talk then veered in another direction--that of personal
adventure, so guided by Mr.
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