"Why not?" came from the opposite end of the table. The voice was quite indifferent.
"Well, I thought that your Mr. Brewer was such a superior man," Amy ventured. "What is it all about?"
Tydvil, scarcely looking up from his paper, gave her a brief resume of Cranston's allegations in English so plain that Amy blushed.
"Tydvil!" she exclaimed in shocked amazement. "Well, you asked me!"
"But, surely, to your wife, you might have chosen your words more carefully," she protested angrily.
"Look here, Amy," he said impatiently, "however the matter is put it means the same thing."
"It appears to me, Tydvil dear, you are strangely indifferent on such a grave matter."
"What do you want me to do? Weep?" he demanded.
"I should have thought that if there were any ground for such a charge you wo
