“Oh, but I am, George.” “But who did he come here to blackmail?” “Me, George.” “But, my dear Virginia, what have you been doing?” “Well, just for once, as it happens, I hadn’t been doing anything. The good gentleman mistook me for someone else.” “You rang up the police, I suppose?” “No, I didn’t. I suppose you think I ought to have done so.” “Well——” George considered weightily. “No, no, perhaps not—perhaps you acted wisely. You might be mixed up in some unpleasant publicity in connection with the case. You might even have had to give evidence——” “I should have liked that,” said Virginia. “I would love to be summoned, and I should like to see if judges really do make all the rotten jokes you read about. It would be most exciting. I was at Vine Street the other day to see about a diamond brooch I had lost, and there was the most perfectly lovely inspector—the nicest man I ever met.” George, as was his custom, let all irrelevancies pass. “But what did you do about this scoundrel?” “Well, George, I’m afraid I let him do it.” “Do what?” “Blackmail me.” George’s face of horror was so poignant that Virginia had to bite her under lip. “You mean—do I understand you to mean—that you did not correct the misapprehension under which he was labouring?” Virginia shook her head, shooting a sideways glance at him. “Good heavens, Virginia, you must be mad.” “I suppose it would seem that way to you.” “But why? In God’s name, why?” “Several reasons. To begin with he was doing it so beautifully—blackmailing me, I mean—I hate to interrupt an artist when he’s doing his job really well. And then, you see, I’d never been blackmailed——” “I should hope not, indeed.” “And I wanted to see what it felt like.” “I am quite at a loss to comprehend you, Virginia.” “I knew you wouldn’t understand.” “You did not give him money, I hope?” “Just a trifle,” said Virginia apologetically. “How much?” “Forty pounds.” “Virginia!” “My dear George, it’s only what I pay for an evening dress. It’s just as exciting to buy a new experience as it is to buy a new dress—more so, in fact.” George Lomax merely shook his head, and Chilvers appearing at that moment with the tea urn, he was saved from having to express his outraged feelings. When tea had been brought in, and Virginia’s deft fingers were manipulating the heavy silver teapot, she spoke again on the subject.