"Nothing, Father."

James concentrated his eyes on his own image in a tablespoon. "Divorce!"

he muttered; "rubbish! What was I about? I ought to have paid him an

allowance to stay out of England. Soames you go and propose it to him."

It seemed so right and simple a suggestion that even Winifred was

surprised when she said: "No, I'll keep him now he's back; he must just

behave--that's all."

They all looked at her. It had always been known that Winifred had

pluck.

"Out there!" said James elliptically, "who knows what cut-throats!

You look for his revolver! Don't go to bed without. You ought to have

Warmson to sleep in the house. I'll see him myself tomorrow."

They were touched by this declaration, and Emily said comfortably:

"That's right, James, we won't have any nonsense."

"Ah!" muttered James darkly, "I can't tell."

The advent of Warmson with fish diverted conversation.

When, directly after dinner, Winifred went over to kiss her father

good-night, he looked up with eyes so full of question and distress that

she put all the comfort she could into her voice.

"It's all right, Daddy, dear; don't worry. I shan't need anyone--he's

quite bland. I shall only be upset if you worry. Good-night, bless you!"

James repeated the words, "Bless you!" as if he did not quite know what

they meant, and his eyes followed her to the door.

She reached home before nine, and went straight upstairs.

Dartie was lying on the bed in his dressing-room, fully redressed in a

blue serge suit and pumps; his arms were crossed behind his head, and an

extinct cigarette drooped from his mouth.

Winifred remembered ridiculously the flowers in her window-boxes after

a blazing summer day; the way they lay, or rather stood--parched, yet

rested by the sun's retreat. It was as if a little dew had come already

on her burnt-up husband.

He said apathetically: "I suppose you've been to Park Lane. How's the

old man?"

Winifred could not help the bitter answer: "Not dead."

He winced, actually he winced.

"Understand, Monty," she said, "I will not have him worried. If you

aren't going to behave yourself, you may go back, you may go anywhere.

Have you had dinner?"

No.

"Would you like some?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Imogen offered me some. I didn't want any."

Imogen! In the plenitude of emotion Winifred had forgotten her.

"So you've seen her? What did she say?"

"She gave me a kiss."

With mortification Winifred saw his dark sardonic face relaxed. 'Yes!'

she thought, 'he cares for her, not for me a bit.'

Dartie's eyes were moving from side to side.




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