I shall leave you at the door with the comfortable conviction that you are doing what's right since it pleases a lady and cannot do any harm to anybody whatever." "You think so?
No harm to anybody ?" he repeated doubtfully.
"I assure you it's not the slightest use," I said with all possible emphasis which seemed only to increase the solemn discontent of his expression.
"But in order that my going should be a perfectly candid proceeding I must first convince my wife that it isn't the slightest use," he objected portentously.
"Oh, you casuist!" I said.

And I said nothing more because at that moment Mrs.Fyne stepped out into the porch.

We rose together at her appearance.

Her clear, colourless, unflinching glance enveloped us both critically.

I sustained the chill smilingly, but Fyne stooped at once to release the dog.