"I should think he would realize it, you know." "Then he ought to realize that he is not exactly in a position to repudiate his engagements." "Do you consider that _you_ are in a position--exactly--to hold him to engagements he never entered into?" "I've told you already that he has let me in for engagements that I cannot meet if he goes back on his word." "I see. And you want to make it unpleasant for him. As unpleasant as you possibly can?" "I can make it even more unpleasant for him, Miss Madden, than it is for me." "What, after all the compromising?" "I think so. If, for instance, I chose to tell somebody what happened the other day, what you saw yourself." "_Did_ I see anything?" "You can't deny that you saw something you were not meant to see." "You mean Wednesday afternoon? Well, if Mr. Waddington chose to say that I saw you in a bad fit of hysterics I shouldn't deny _that_." "I see. You're well posted, Miss Madden." "I am, rather. But supposing you told everybody in the place he was caught making love to you, what good would it do you?" "Excuse me, we're not talking about the good it would do me, but the harm it would do him." "Same thing," said Barbara. "Supposing you told everybody and nobody believed you?" "Everybody will believe me. You forget that those stories have been going about long before Wednesday." "All the better for Mr. Waddington and all the worse for you. You were compromised before Wednesday. Then why, if you didn't like being compromised, did you consent to come to tea alone with him when his wife was away?" "I came on business, _as you know_." "You came to borrow money from a man who had compromised you? If you're so careful of your reputation I should have thought that would have been the last thing you'd have done." "You're forgetting my friendship with Mr. Waddington." "You said business just now. Friendship or business, or business _and_ friendship, I don't think you're making out a very good case for yourself, Mrs. Levitt. But supposing you did make it out, and supposing Mr. Waddington did lose his head and _was_ making love to you on Wednesday, do you imagine people here are going to take _your_ part against _him_?" "He's not so popular in Wyck as all that." "He mayn't be, but his caste is. Immensely popular with the county, which I suppose is all you care about. You must remember, Mrs. Levitt, that he's Mr. Waddington of Wyck; you're not fighting one Mr. Waddington, but three hundred years of Waddingtons. You're up against all his ancestors." "I don't care _that_ for his ancestors," said Mrs. Levitt with a gesture of the thumb. "You may not. I certainly don't. But other people do. Major Markham, the Hawtreys, the Thurstons, even the Corbetts, do you suppose they're all going to turn against him because he lost his head for a minute on a Wednesday? Ten to one they'll all think, and _say_, you made him do it." "I made him? Preposterous!"