“What do you mean, Jack?”

“Do you tell me that Miles did not expressly forbid you to mention this subject to me?”

She pulled her hand away, her mouth forming a soundless “Oh!”

“Well⁠—well⁠—well, how horrid of you!” she cried, and shook her fist at him. “I’m going now!”

Later, she found her husband in the library, and ran into his arms.

“Do you mind holding me tightly?” she asked. “I’ve⁠—I’ve been put in the corner!”

“What?” O’Hara drew her on to his knee.

“Yes⁠—figuratively⁠—by Jack. I think, perhaps, I shouldn’t like to marry him after all!”

“What has he done?”