"But even if her husband were shot, it does not prove she had anything to do with it." "Of course it does!" said Lady Betty, forgetting for a moment her style.
"There's always a scene of jealousy, in which the husband stabs the other man, and then falls dead himself.

Unless," and this new bright thought came to her, "she were a political spy!" "Oh, Betty!" they both exclaimed at once.

And then Emily said gravely, "Please do tell us exactly what Captain Hume really said.

Remember, it is our brother's wife you are speaking of, not one of the heroines in your plays!" Thus admonished, Lady Betty got back on to the bed, and gradually came down to facts, which were meager enough.

For Captain Hume had instantly pulled himself up, it appeared; and he had merely said that, as her first husband had been killed in a row, Lady Tancred had cause to have tragedy imprinted upon her face.
"Betty, dearest," Emily then said, "please, please don't tell anything of your exciting story to any one else, will you?
Because people are so unkind." At this, Lady Betty bounced off again offendedly.
"You are an ungrateful pair," she flashed.