She stood in front of the fireplace, one arm on the mantelpiece. Her lips were trembling with rage. Her whole person radiated a furious indignation.
Callaghan thought that she looked superb.
'Now,' she said, 'please get out. Don't talk any more because, if you do, I shall ring and have you turned out!'
Callaghan found another cigarette in his left hand coat pocket, brought it out and lit it.
'No, madame, you won't,' he said. 'You won't do that because I'm goin' to show you that that would be the last thing in the world that Willie would want you to do.'
He inhaled. He was still watching her closely.
'You're not feelin' so good about me,' he went on. 'Bellamy's been at you, an' told you a lot of nasty bits about me, an' Willie has been through an' you've found out that I've told you o
