"He would be
persuaded by her. We have been most friendly to the girl!"
"She struck me as a foolish and inconsiderate little person. But why
should you and your wife take to heart so strongly mere folly--or even a
want of consideration?"
"It's the most unscrupulous action," declared Fyne weightily--and sighed.
"I suppose she is poor," I observed after a short silence. "But after
all . . . "
"You don't know who she is." Fyne had regained his average solemnity.
I confessed that I had not caught her name when his wife had introduced
us to each other. "It was something beginning with an S- wasn't it?" And
then with the utmost coolness Fyne remarked that it did not matter. The
name was not her name.
"Do you mean to say that you made a young lady known to me under a false
name?" I asked, with the amused feeling that the days of wonders and
portents had not passed away yet. That the eminently serious Fynes
should do such an exceptional thing was simply staggering. With a more
hasty enunciation than usual little Fyne was sure that I would not demand
an apology for this irregularity if I knew what her real name was.
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