“Where did he leave you?”

“I left him — here. I’ve seen nothing of him since.”

“I s’d think it’s good riddance,” he said. She did not answer. He gave a short laugh, saying:

“I should ha’ thought you wouldn’t ha’ wanted to clap eyes on him again.”

“He’s my husband — an’ he’s not goin’ to run off if I can stop him.”

Geoffrey was silent, not knowing what to say.

“Have you got a jacket on?” he asked at last.

“What do you think? You’ve got hold of it.”