I am _not_ that lady's husband." It was Lady Jane's turn to be astonished.

She looked at the lawyer.
Useless! Mr.Delamayn had set himself right--Mr.Delamayn declined to interfere further.

He silently took a chair at the other end of the room.

Lady Jane addressed Mr.Vanborough.
"Whatever the mistake may be," she said, "you are responsible for it.
You certainly told me this lady was your friend's wife." "What!!!" cried Mrs.Vanborough--loudly, sternly, incredulously.
The inbred pride of the great lady began to appear behind the thin outer veil of politeness that covered it.
"I will speak louder if you wish it," she said.

"Mr.Vanborough told me you were that gentleman's wife." Mr.Vanborough whispered fiercely to his wife through his clenched teeth.
"The whole thing is a mistake.