I do not discuss my husband with any one, for reasons which I think we need not go into." Peter Phipps leaned forward in his chair.

It was a favourite attitude of his, and one which had won him many successes.
"See here, Lady Dredlinton," he began, "you don't like me.

That's my misfortune, but it don't affect the matter as it stands at present between us.

I have a kindly feeling for your husband, and I have--a feeling for you which I won't at present presume to refer to." "Perhaps," Josephine said calmly, "you had better not." "That feeling," Phipps went on, "has brought me here this afternoon.

Your husband is not playing the game with us any more than he is with you." "What do you know--" "Let's cut that out, shall we," he interrupted, "Let's talk like a sensible man and woman.