' That
was his little plan. As you know, I couldn't oblige him. He thought I
could!"
She had been staring out of the window while he harangued from the
hearthrug, his favourite post in a room. At this time she had no eyes but
for the Open Country, or what of it could be seen over the chimney-pots.
But at those last words she did turn and look at him! "Why did he think
you could?"
It was for Ingram then to stare. "Why did he think so? My dear, I'll tell
you why no sane man would have thought so, if you insist. He thought that
as I had lived alone ever since Claire bolted, I could get a divorce.
That's what _he_ thought."
Sanchia pondered his reply, facing the window again. Ingram fidgeted, with
his hands in his pockets. "Men don't live like that," he said. Sanchia did
not move. More as if it were to satisfy herself than to credit him, she
said, to the window and street beyond it, "I wonder that he didn't
remember that you would never drag any one into notoriety whom you had
once--loved." Ingram grinned.
"As your man Glyde tried to drag you, my dear! Well, that's one way of
accounting for old Senhouse, certainly. I don't know that _that_ would
have stood in the light, after the way she behaved.
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