Ruyler thought he could guess where a good deal of his wife's spare cash had gone to.

He disliked Aileen Lawton as much as he did Polly Roberts; more, if anything, because she might have been clever and she chose to be a fool.

Both of these intimate friends of his wife were the reverse of the superb outdoor type he admired.
"Good Lord!" he said.

"I don't think there's much choice." But in a moment he shook his head.

"Too many things don't connect.