She looked across the table to Dick and their eyes met; and such a look of tenderness transfigured her face as made Mrs.Pettifer turn pale.
"That woman's in love," she said to herself and she was horrified.

It wasn't Dick's social position then or the shelter of his character that Stella Ballantyne coveted.

She was in love.

Mrs.Pettifer was honest enough to acknowledge it.

But she knew now that the danger which she had feared was infinitely less than the danger which actually was.
"I must have it out with Harold to-night," she said, and later on, when the men came from the dining-room, she looked out for her husband.