"I don't see that it made any difference," Waymark replied gloomily.
The old man was silent. He had been, it seemed, under a complete
delusion, and could not immediately make up his mind whether he had
indeed ground of complaint against Waymark.
"Why did Mr. Enderby call?" the latter inquired.
"Very naturally, it seems to me, to know what had become of you. He
didn't see the report in the paper, and went searching for you."
"Does Ida know of this?" he asked, after a pause, during which
Waymark had remained standing with his arms crossed on the back of
the chair.
"I have never told her. Why should I have done? Perhaps now you will
believe what I insisted upon before the trial, that there had been
nothing whatever--"
He spoke irritably, and was interrupted by the other with yet more
irritation.
"Never mention that again to me as long as you live, Waymark If you
do, we shall quarrel, understand!"
"I have no more pleasure in referring to it than you have," said
Waymark, more calmly; "but I must justify myself when you attack
me."
"How long has this been going on?" asked the other, after a silence.
"Some three months--perhaps more."
"Well, I think it would have been better if you'd been
straightforward about it, that's all.
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