It was there he made the row--while I was dressing for dinner." Mr.Flexen paused; then he said: "Mr.Manley tells me that Lord Loudwater used to sleep every evening after dinner.

Do you think that he was too upset to go to sleep last night ?" "Oh, dear no! I've known him go to sleep in his smoking-room after a much worse row than that!" cried Olivia.
"With you ?" said Mr.Flexen quickly.
"No; with Hutchings--the butler," said Olivia.
"But that wouldn't be such a serious matter--not one to brood upon," said Mr.Flexen.
"I suppose not," said Olivia readily.
Mr.Flexen paused again; then he said in a somewhat reluctant tone: "There's another matter I must go into.

Have you any reason to believe that there was any other woman in Lord Loudwater's life--anything in the nature of an intrigue?
It's not a pleasant question to have to ask, but it's really important." "Oh, I don't expect any pleasantness where Lord Loudwater is concerned," said Olivia, with a sudden almost petulant impatience, for this inquisition was a much more severe strain on her than Mr.Flexen perceived.

"Do you mean now, or before we were married ?" "Now," said Mr.Flexen.
"I haven't the slightest idea," said Olivia.
"Do you think it likely ?" said Mr.Flexen.
"No, I don't--not very.

I don't see how he could have got another woman in.