It was a good sign--this sudden anger--had he but known it. When a man
can be angry with a woman he has once loved he is already beginning to
love her less; already beginning to see her as less perfect.

Some one tapped at his door; his man entered.

Costin was another bone of contention between Jimmy and the Great
Horatio.

"I never had a valet when I was your age," so his brother declared.
"What in the wide world you need a valet for is past my comprehension."

Jimmy had felt strongly inclined to answer that most things were past
his comprehension, but thought better of it; he could not, at any rate,
imagine his life without Costin. He knew in his heart that he had no
least intention of sacking Costin, and Costin stayed.

"If you please, sir," he began now, coming forward, "Mr. Sangster would
like to see you."

"Show him up," said Jimmy. He rose to his feet and stood gnawing his
lower lip agitatedly.

How much did Sangster know, he wondered, about Cynthia? He would have
liked to refuse to see him, but--well, they would have to meet sooner
or later, and, after all, Sangster had been a good friend to him in
more ways than one.

Jimmy said: "Hallo, old chap!" with rather forced affability when