He was roused to a perception that his inference was false one night at the opera.
Mrs.Willoughby was present with Mr.Le Mesurier and Clarice.

Percy Conway he hardly reckoned, counting him at this time, from his constant attendance, rather as an item of Clarice's toilette; and Fielding took care to descend the staircase after the performance in close proximity to the party.
'And how's Mr.Mallinson ?' he asked of Mrs.Willoughby, not without a certain complacency in his voice.
'Oh, poor boy!' she replied with the tenderest sympathy, 'he's in bed, ill.' 'Ill ?' asked Clarice quickly.

'You don't mean that.' 'Yes.

I'm so concerned.

He wrote to tell me all about it.' Fielding looked displeased, and much the same expression was to be seen on the face of Clarice.