"Did you come here to improve your acquaintance with the interior
of my sitting room?" Josephine asked, a little irritated at last by
his silence.
He shook his head.
"I should say not. I came, Lady Dredlinton, to talk to you about
your husband."
"Then if you will allow me to say so," Josephine replied, "you have come
upon a very purposeless errand. I do not discuss my husband with any one,
for reasons which I think we need not go into."
Peter Phipps leaned forward in his chair. It was a favourite attitude of
his, and one which had won him many successes.
"See here, Lady Dredlinton," he began, "you don't like me. That's my
misfortune, but it don't affect the matter as it stands at present
between us. I have a kindly feeling for your husband, and I have--a
feeling for you which I won't at present presume to refer to."
"Perhaps," Josephine said calmly, "you had better not."
"That feeling," Phipps went on, "has brought me here this afternoon. Your
husband is not playing the game with us any more than he is with you."
"What do you know--"
"Let's cut that out, shall we," he interrupted, "Let's talk like a
sensible man and woman. Do you want us to drop your husband out of the B.
& I. Board?"
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," Josephine assured him. "I
cannot imagine why you ever put him on.
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