Just for a moment he
questioned himself as to Irene's security, but only to recognise how
firm was his confidence in her.
Socially, the position was awkward. He had a letter from Jacks, a
sensible and calmly worded letter, saying that Irene was overwrought
by recent agitations, that she had spoken of putting an end to their
engagement, but that doubtless a few days would see all right again.
Arnold must now be apprised of what had happened, and, as all
consideration was due to him, the Doctor despatched a telegram
asking him to call as soon as he could. This brought Jacks to
Bryanston Square at midday, and there was a conversation in the
library. Arnold spoke his mind; with civility, but in unmistakable
terms; he accused the Doctor of remissness. "Paternal authority," it
seemed to him, should have sufficed to prevent what threatened
nothing less than a scandal. Irene's father could not share this
view; the girl was turned three-and-twenty; there could be no
question of dictating to her, and as for expostulation, it had been
honestly tried.
"You are aware, I hope," said Jacks stiffly, "that Mrs. Borisoff has
not quite an unclouded reputation?"
"I know no harm against her."
"She is as good as parted from her husband, and leads a very dubious
wandering life."
"Oh, it's all right. People countenance her who wouldn't do so if
there were anything really amiss.
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