"Mr. Colebridge must have been a bit forthcoming yesterday."
"Forthcoming isn't the word for it. He talked about the money he would give his wife, and looked straight at me—oh, isn't it maddening! I wouldn't have had this happen for anything!"
"Have you told Claire?"
"Yes. I took the letter there as soon as it came."
"What did she say?"
"A good deal, but I don't see how I can possibly act on her advice. She says that if I don't go to Cornwall and straighten things out with him, I'm a fool. She has a horror of misunderstandings. She begged me to go."
"But, hang it all! You can't go alone. If it weren't for this German trip, I" He broke off, frowning. "So she thinks you ought to go down there?"
"She was most emphatic about it."
"Let's see—what day is to-day? By Jove, Judy! There's time if we go to-morrow. What do you say? Shall we?"
"Oh, Noel! I don't know what to say. I do want to talk to him. I couldn't write anything—that would mean anything. I'd have to see him. What do you think?"
