"Where is--my wife ?" he added presently.
"She is in the ballroom." Marion was wondering what was best to do.
He caught his thumb-nail in his teeth.

He winced in spite of himself.

"I will go to her," he said, "and then--the baby." "I am glad," she replied, "that you have so much sense of justice left, Frank: the wife first, the baby afterwards.

But do you think you deserve either ?" He became moody, and made an impatient gesture.

"Lady Agnes Martling is here, and also Lady Haldwell," she persisted cruelly.