"That is how men insult women!" And she looked up passionately at Tristram.

"You are all the same." "I have not insulted you," he flashed.

"It is perfectly natural that I should be angry at such a scene, and if this brute is to be found again to-night he shall know that I will not permit him to write insolent notes to my wife." She flung the hateful piece of paper into the fire and turned towards her room.
"I beg you to do nothing further about the matter," she said.

"This loathsome man was half drunk.

It is quite unnecessary to follow it up; it will only make a scandal, and do no good.