"The man who stands the cabs. Who was in the one that waited at your
door?"
At this challenge she faltered so long that her young friend's pitying
conscience gave her a hand. "It wasn't the Captain."
This good intention, however, only converted the excellent woman's
scruple to a more ambiguous stare; besides of course making Sir Claude
go off. Mrs. Wix fairly appealed to him. "Must I really tell you?"