"Oh, I see he hasn't. Nor, I suppose, about Sylvia Fenton, or
that little Delancy girl, or handsome Miss--what was her name?"

"Hold your tongue--and tell me what you mean."

"Lady Mickleham," said I gravely, "if your husband has not
thought fit to mention these ladies--and others whom I could
name--to you, how could I presume--?"

"Do you mean to tell me that Archie--?"

"He'd only known you three years, you see."

"Then it was before--?"

"Some of them were before," said I.

Lady Mickleham drew a long breath.

"Archie will be in soon," said she.

I took my hat.

"It seems to me," I observed, "that what is sauce--that, I should
say, husband and wife ought to stand on an equal footing in these
matters. Since he has--no doubt for good reasons--not mentioned
to you--"

"Alice Layton was a positive fright."