IV





"MR. WAYTHORN, I don't like that French governess of Lily's."

Haskett, subdued and apologetic, stood before Waythorn in the
library, revolving his shabby hat in his hand.

Waythorn, surprised in his armchair over the evening paper, stared
back perplexedly at his visitor.

"You'll excuse my asking to see you," Haskett continued. "But this
is my last visit, and I thought if I could have a word with you it
would be a better way than writing to Mrs. Waythorn's lawyer."

Waythorn rose uneasily. He did not like the French governess either;
but that was irrelevant.

"I am not so sure of that," he returned stiffly; "but since you wish
it I will give your message to--my wife." He always hesitated over
the possessive pronoun in addressing Haskett.

The latter sighed. "I don't know as that will help much. She didn't
like it when I spoke to her."