Francis Markrute would have gone to the City by now and was going to lunch with Ethelrida, so he telephoned to one of his clerks there--finding he was out for the moment--just to say he was called away for a week and would write later.
She should have the first words with her uncle.

Whether she would tell him or no she must decide, he would not do anything to make her existence more difficult than it must naturally be.
And then when all this was done the passionate jealousy of a man overcame him again, and when he thought of Mimo he once more longed to kill..