"Leave him alone," said the hoodwinked monitor.

"You are married and Andrea is easily jealous.
Michael is sensitive, and has been deeply in love with you.

Don't stir him up to fall in love with you again.

_Leave him alone._" The young British matron waxed indignant.

Was she, Fay, the kind of woman to forget her duty to her husband?
Was Michael the kind of man to make love to a married woman?
Such an idea was preposterous, unjust to both of them.