She nodded. "It was all sort of underground," she said. "Really most uncomfortable! They'd try to get away from it, and yet come back to it--those three--Mr. Wellgood, Harry, and that Miss Vintry. Poor Vivien seemed quite outside of it all, but somehow conscious of it--and unhappy. She saw there was--what shall I say?--antagonism, you know. And she didn't know why. Have you seen anything that would make Mr. Wellgood savage if he saw it?" "He didn't see what I saw." "Not that time anyhow!" she amended quickly. Andy frowned. "That time, I mean, of course. If he's seen anything of that sort, or suspected it, naturally, as Vivien Wellgood's father--" "Vivien's father!" Her tone was full of impatience for his stupidity. "I suppose no woman has ever been to Nutley lately? Oh, Vivien's not one; she's a saint--and that's neither male nor female. Vivien's father!" "I've been there off and on," said Andy. "You! Have you ever seen--not that I suppose you'd notice it--a woman keeping two men from one another's throats, trying to make them think there's nothing to quarrel about, trying to say things that one could take in one way, and the other in the other--and third persons not take in any way at all? Oh, it's a pretty game, and I'm bound to say she plays it finely. But she's on thin ice, that woman, and she knows it. Vivien's father!" "Why do you go on repeating 'Vivien's father'?" "I won't." She leant forward and laid her small hand on his arm. "Isobel Vintry's lover, then! The man's in love with her, Andy, as sure as we sit here. In love--and furious!" "I'd never thought of that. Do you feel sure of it?" "You have thought of the other thing--and you're sure of that?" "You know Harry. I hoped it would all--all come to nothing. How much do you think Wellgood knows, or suspects?" "Hard to say. I think he's groping in the dark. He's had a check, I expect, or a set-back. Men always think that's due to another man--I suppose it generally is. Well, it's not you, and it's not Billy. Who else sees her--who else goes to Nutley?" "But he'd never suspect his own daughter's--" "You do!" "I had the evidence of my eyes." "Jealousy's quicker than the eyes, Andy." She leant forward again. "What did you see?" "It seems disloyal to tell--disloyal to Harry." "My loyalty's for Vivien!" she said. "What about yours?" "Take it that what I saw justifies your fears about Harry," said Andy slowly. "I think--I'm not sure--I think he suspects I saw. I don't know whether she does." He was not aware that Isobel had made herself quite certain of his knowledge. "But it's nearly a month ago. You know Harry. I hoped it was all over. Only he seemed a little--queer." "'Come and spend a quiet afternoon in the garden'--that was her invitation. Poor girl!" "That's what you called her the first time I told you of their engagement." "A nice quiet afternoon--sitting on the top of a volcano! With an eruption overdue!"