"If you say another word," said the other, in a fierce voice, "I'll send
straight off for the police. You and your serpents! I'll tell my
husband of you, that's what I'll do."

"Your WHAT?" roared Mr. Davis, springing to his feet.

"My husband. He won't stand any of your nonsense, I can tell you. You'd
better go before he comes in."

"O-oh," said Mr. Davis, taking a long breath. "Oh, so you been and got
married again, 'ave you? That's your love for your husband as was cast
away while trying to earn a living for you. That's why you don't want
me, is it? We'll see. I'll wait for him."

"You don't know what you're talking about," said the other, with great
dignity. "I've only been married once."

Mr. Davis passed the back of his hand across his eyes in a dazed fashion
and stared at her.

"Is--is somebody passing himself off as me?" he demanded. "'Cos if he
is I'll 'ave you both up for bigamy."

"Certainly not."

"But--but--"

Mr. Davis turned and looked blankly at his friend. Mr. Wotton met his
gaze with dilated eyes.