Wallingford."
"She will never place it in his hands; you may take a woman's word
for that," said my wife confidently. "Of all living men he is the
last one to whom she could talk of the humiliating particulars
involved in a case like this."
"Suppose you suggest his name to her. Twelve years of such a life as
she has led may have almost obliterated the memory of that passage
in her life."
"Don't believe it. A woman never forgets a passage like that;
particularly when the events of every passing day but serve to
remind her of the error she once committed."
"I don't know what else to advise," said I. "She ought to have a
good and discreet man to represent her, or all may be lost."
"Would you have any objection to confer with Mr. Wallingford on the
subject in a private, confidential way?"
"None in the world," I replied.
"Will you see him at once?" The interest of Constance was too
strongly excited to brook delay.
"Yes, immediately."
And putting on my overcoat I went to the office of Mr. Wallingford.
I found him alone, and at once laid the whole case before
him--relating, with particularity, all that had occurred between my
wife and Mrs.
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