Speak to somebody, indeed! To whom?
When?
Where?
What should she say?
Where was her right to say anything?
She was not dealing with a parcel of naughty children who had pilfered the cake jar! She was dealing with grown men and women, who, presumedly, knew their own affairs, and who, certainly, would resent any interference from her.

On the other hand, could she stand calmly by and see Bertram lose his wife, Arkwright his honor, Billy her happiness, and herself her faith in human nature, all because to do otherwise would be to meddle in other people's business?
Apparently she could, and should.

At least that seemed to be the role which she was expected to play.
It was when Alice had reached this unhappy frame of mind that Arkwright himself unexpectedly opened the door for her.
The two were alone together in Bertram Henshaw's den.

It was Tuesday afternoon.

Alice had called to find Billy and Arkwright deep in their usual game of chess.