I am not talking at random.

My wife was seen in your arms, in your rooms at the Milan Court, with her dressing case on the table, last night, by little Flossie Lane, your latest conquest in the musical comedy world.
She spent the night at the Milan." "It's a lie!" Wingate declared, with cold fury.

"How the devil could Flossie Lane see anything of the sort?
She was nowhere near my rooms." "Oh, yes, she was!" Dredlinton assured him.

"She just looked in--one look was quite enough.

Didn't you hear the door slam ?" "My God!" Wingate muttered, with a sudden instinct of recollection.
"Perhaps you wonder why she came ?" the other continued.