'I shan't be long,' said Bruce. 'Try and make up your mind to give up
Raggett's society altogether. You don't mind making this sacrifice for
me, do you?'

'Not in the least,' she answered. 'I prefer it.'

He went out.




CHAPTER XVI


Archie


It was Sunday afternoon, and Bruce, lunch still pervading his
consciousness, found himself reading over and over again and taking a
kind of stupefied interest in the 'Answers to Correspondents' in a
certain Sunday paper, and marvelling at the mine of extraordinary
miscellaneous information possessed by the person who answered them.

'Brief replies:--

'To _Miserable Alfred_ (Baldness).--If you comply with the rules, will
send private advice.

'_Knutford_ (For knee trouble).--My advice is against.' (Bruce vaguely