He smiled faintly.

"Is it the money" she asked anxiously.

For a moment he was tempted to tell her of the letter. He stifled
the temptation realizing that she would not consent to his going
out if she knew the truth.

"It is nothing very much," he said. "I have to go down to Beston
Tracey to meet the last train. I am expecting some proofs down."

He hated lying to her, and even an innocuous lie of this character
was repugnant to him.

"I'm afraid you have had a dull evening," he said, "Kara was not
very amusing."

She looked at him thoughtfully.

"He has not changed very much," she said slowly.

"He's a wonderfully handsome chap, isn't he?" he asked in a tone
of admiration. "I can't understand what you ever saw in a fellow
like me, when you had a man who was not only rich, but possibly
the best-looking man in the world."

She shivered a little.

"I have seen a side of Mr. Kara that is not particularly