You may remember I was always skeptical on the subject of Bertram's settling down to a domestic hearthstone.

I insisted 'twould be the turn of a girl's head and the curve of her cheek that he wanted to paint." Arkwright looked up with a quick frown.
"You don't mean that Henshaw has been cad enough to find another--" Calderwell threw up his hand.
"No, no, not that! We haven't that to deal with--yet, thank goodness! There's no woman in it.

And, really, when you come right down to it, if ever a fellow had an excuse to seek diversion, Bertram Henshaw has--poor chap! It's just this.

Bertram broke his arm again last October." "Yes, so I hear, and I thought he was looking badly." "He is.

It's a bad business.