It must be no end of a lounge for him.

It doesn't count as leave, and he has every shilling paid for him, down to his cab-fares when he goes out to dinner.

There's nothing like having a friend at Court." Such was the secrecy of Colonel Osborne's secret! He had been so chary of having his name mentioned in connection with a political job, that he had found it necessary to impose on his young friend the burden of a secret from her husband, and yet the husband heard the whole story told openly at his club on the same day! There was nothing in the story to anger Trevelyan had he not immediately felt that there must be some plan in the matter between his wife and Colonel Osborne, of which he had been kept ignorant.

Hitherto, indeed, his wife, as the reader knows, could not have told him.

He had not seen her since the matter had been discussed between her and her friend.