or some folly, and she simply went. She would--so would I have gone! And
now, where is she?"

"I tell you I don't know!"

"You've never sought her?"

"Never! I--I--now look here," he went on, "don't take it to heart too
much. She is quite all right--that is, I expect--"

"You expect!" she said witheringly. "Here you sit; you have a beautiful
young wife, the most brilliant girl I ever met, and--and you let her go!
Don't talk to me!"

"No, I won't; let's drop it! We will discuss it some other time--it is a
matter I prefer not to talk about! Naturally it is rather--painful to
me!"

"So I should think!"

"Yes, I much prefer not to talk about it. Let's discuss Marjorie!"

"Confound Marjorie!"

"Marjorie is the sweetest little soul in the world, and--"

"It's a pity you didn't think of that three years ago!"

"And Tom Arundel is a fine fellow; no one can say one word against him!"