Yet how stupidly compromising circumstances can occasionally become! I returned to Beechcroft.

I did not mention my meeting with Robert because, indeed, Giovanni and I were hardly on speaking terms.

One day, in the library, I was sorting a number of accounts, when I was summoned elsewhere for a few minutes.

On top of the pile was my receipted hotel bill.

My husband came in, glanced at the paper, and saw a charge for a guest.