Part 27 (1/2)
”Mr. Melville, I don't see where your 'impossible' comes in.”
”Have you seen the lady?”
”Do you think I've been in Folkestone two days doing nothing?”
”You don't mean you've called on her?”
”Dear, no! It's Harry's place to settle that. But I've seen her in her bath chair on the Leas, and I'm certain I've never seen any one who looked so worthy of dear Harry. _Never!_”
”Well, well,” said Melville. ”Apart from any other considerations, you know, there's Miss Glendower.”
”I've never regarded her as a suitable wife for Harry.”
”Possibly not. Still--she exists.”
”So many people do,” said Lady Poynting Mallow.
She evidently regarded that branch of the subject as dismissed.
They pursued their way in silence.
”What I wanted to ask you, Mr. Milvain----”
”Melville.”
”Mr. Melville, is just precisely where you come into this business?”
”I'm a friend of Miss Glendower.”
”Who wants him back.”
”Frankly--yes.”
”Isn't she devoted to him?”
”I presume as she's engaged----”
”She ought to be devoted to him--yes. Well, why can't she see that she ought to release him for his own good?”
”She doesn't see it's for his good. Nor do I.”
”Simply an old-fas.h.i.+oned prejudice because the woman's got a tail. Those old frumps at Wampach's are quite of your opinion.”
Melville shrugged his shoulders.
”And so I suppose you're going to bully and threaten on account of Miss Glendower.... You'll do no good.”
”May I ask what you are going to do?”