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must be off," she said. "Really, Jack, you have the most brutal manner. You send me to the right-about with the least possible ceremony. So I wish to tell you I was going in any case. I've a hundred things to do."

      Jack rose.

      "When have you not? I'll see you down. Wait a minute, Marie, if you're not in a hurry; I want to have a word with you."

      "Oh, don't trouble," said Mildred. "I can find my way."

      Jack said nothing, but merely followed her into the house, and when they had passed the drawing-room, "Has she been cutting up rough about anything in particular?" he asked.

      "Oh, no; merely the rigid attitude, fire-works, thunder-storms, what you will."

      "I'm rather tired of them. For several reasons she had better stop. I believe most idiots find it amusing."

      Mildred took a parasol out of the stand, with the air of a purchaser selecting the one that most struck her fancy. As a matter of fact, it happened to be her own.

      "I should take care if I were you," she said in a low voice. "A man like you cannot form the least idea of what a woman like Marie really is. Is my carriage here? Just see, please."

      She stood on the bottom step of the stairs, putting on her rather thick and masculine driving-gloves, while Jack crossed the hall and rang the bell. Then he came back to the bottom of the stairs again.

      "Do you mean that she suspects anything?" he asked.

      "No, of course not. What I do mean is that she is beginning to see what we all are like. You and I, when we see that, are delighted. It is a nice big playground. But it does not strike Marie as a playground. Also you must remember that she is the – how shall I say it! – the sensation, the latest, the fashion. You've got to be careful. She is capable of exploding some day, and if she did it would be noticeable. It will hardly be worth while picking up the fragments of you and me that remain, Jack, if she does. Because if she does, it will be since something has touched her personally."

      "Well?"

      "You are extraordinarily slow. Of course the person who is most likely to touch her personally is you."

      "I've got to mind my p's and q's, in fact. That's not the way to manage her."

      Mrs. Brereton's face clouded a little as she walked across the hall to the door which was being held open for her.

      "Well, au revoir," she said. "I shall have more to say to you to-night. You dine with us, you know."

      Jack Alston did not appear to be in any particular hurry to go upstairs again after Mrs. Brereton had gone. He waited on the door-step to see her get in, a groom who barely reached up to the horses' heads holding them while she took up the reins, then running stiffly to scramble in behind, as she went off down Park Lane in the most approved fashion, elbows square, a whip nearly perpendicular, and her horses stepping as if there were a succession of hurdles to negotiate, each to be taken in the stride. Her remarks about the importance of taking care had annoyed Jack a little, and still more his own annoyance at being annoyed. He had his own ideas about the management of his affairs, among which, about halfway down, came his wife, and the hint that she might, even conceivably, make matters unpleasant for him was the same sort of indignity as a suggestion that he could not quite manage his own dogs or horses. But after a minute he turned.

      "For what time is her ladyship's carriage ordered?" he asked of the footman.

      "Half-past three, my lord."

      "Tell them to come round at a quarter to four instead," he said, and went slowly upstairs again.

      He found his wife on the balcony where he had left her, with her maid beside her with two hats in her hand.

      "Yes, that one will do," she said, "and send the other back. No, I will take it myself this afternoon. It is all wrong. Put it in a box and leave it in the hall. I am going out immediately."

      The maid retired with the condemned hat, and while Marie pinned the other on, she turned to her husband.

      "You wanted to speak to me?" she said, not lifting her eyes.

      Jack looked at her in silence a moment, and lit another cigar.

      "Finish pinning on your hat first," he said.

      Marie found herself obeying him, with a sense of wanting, just in order to see what happened, not to do as he told her. However, she pinned her hat on.

      "Well?" she said again.

      "Jim Spencer has come back," he said.

      "I knew that. Mildred told me just now."

      "I wanted to say a few words to you about him. I find people have not forgotten that he was very much attached to you once."

      She looked up at him with eyes of indifferent wonder, as if he had asked her some inane unanswerable sort of riddle.

      "People are quite at liberty to remember or forget what they like, as far as I am concerned," she said. "Is that all you have to say to me? If so, I will go out, I think. The carriage ought to be round."

      "Not yet. I told them not to come round till a quarter to four. And I have more to say."

      "Please consult me another time," she said, "before you take it upon yourself to alter my arrangements."

      Jack did not reply at once. Then in a voice expressive neither of compunction nor annoyance, "It is no use making a fuss," he said. "I wish merely to warn you that people have not forgotten. I wish also to ask you to behave reasonably. People, very likely, will connect your names again: you know what they are."

      She rose flushing.

      "So you wanted a quiet quarter of an hour in which to insult me," she said.

      He pointed to a chair.

      "Sit down, Marie," he said.

      "Supposing I choose not to?"

      "We will not suppose anything so absurd. There! Why not have done it at once? As I was saying, this will inevitably happen, and so I should advise you to accept it. That will entail certain alterations in your – your general style. I have often heard you criticising rather mercilessly the world you live in; Mildred tells me you were doing so this afternoon. I don't mind your doing that: you have a racy sort of way of talking, and no doubt all your criticisms are perfectly true. But with the return of Jim Spencer, I should advise you either to drop that sort of thing, or else not see very much of him."

      He paused, and flicked the end of his cigar-ash over the balcony.

      "Not that I mind your doing either the one or the other in themselves," he continued, "but to do both will show a want of wisdom."

      "Ah, you don't mind what I do, but only what people say!"

      "Exactly. You have quite grasped my meaning."

      Again she rose from the chair in which she had sat at his bidding.

      "That is all, then, I imagine," she said. "Five minutes was enough."

      "Yes, for what I had to say. I thought you might like to talk over it."

      "I have not the least desire to."

      Jack reached out his hand for an early edition of the evening paper, and unfolded it.

      "Perhaps you would tell me what you mean to do."

      "I have no intention of doing anything. Certainly I have no intention of discussing the question with you."

      Jack did not show the slightest impatience.

      "There's no use in being so nettled about it," he observed. "If a woman behaves in a certain way, she gets talked about. That is all. I have indicated to you that if you do certain things you will get talked about; I do not want that."

      "From your point of view, I wonder why. Mildred is talked about, so I am told; but I never knew that you considered that a reason for not seeing her a good deal."

      For one moment he looked quickly up, then turned back a fluttering leaf of his paper.

      "Quite true. And if you were anybody else's wife, I should not mind how much you were

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