She looked to left and right, sure that they were not overheard, and addressed him with quick directness.
"Where did you dine, Mr.Otway ?" "Dine ?--Oh, at a restaurant, with one of my brothers and his wife." "Did your brother and his wife accompany you to this house ?" Piers was startled.

He gazed into her face, and Irene allowed him to meet her eyes, which reminded him most unpleasantly of the look he had seen in those of Eustace.
"Why do you ask that, Miss Derwent ?" he faltered.
"I will tell you.

I happened to be just behind you as you entered, and couldn't help hearing the words shouted to you by your brother.

Will you forgive me for mentioning such a thing?
And, as your friend, will you let me say that I think it would be unfortunate if you were introduced to my father this evening?
He is not here yet, but he will be--I have taken a great liberty, Mr.Otway; but it seemed to me that I had no choice.

When an unpleasant thing _has_ to be done, I always try to do it quickly." Piers was no longer red of face.