"I want a word or two with Mrs.Tresslyn, old boy, so beat it." "Oh, I say, you've got a lot of cheek--" "Come along, Mrs.Tresslyn; don't mind Percy.

_This_ is important." With Lutie at his side, he made his way through the crowd about the door and led her, wondering and not a little disturbed, into one of the ante-rooms, where he found a couple of chairs.
She listened to his account of the meeting with her former husband, her eyes fixed steadily on his homely little face.

There was alarm at first in those merry eyes of hers, but his first words were reassuring.

He convinced her that George was not bent on any act of violence, nor did he intend to annoy or distress her by a public encounter.
"As a matter of fact," he said, "he's gone off to bed, and I am quite certain that he will not change his mind.

I waited here to tell you about him, Lutie, because I felt you ought to be prepared in case he does come back and you happen to see him skulking around in--" "This isn't news to me, Simmy," she said seriously.