PART II.
CHAPTER I LORD ARRANMORE'S AMUSEMENTS "The domestic virtues," Lord Arranmore said softly to himself, "being denied to me, the question remains how to pass one's time." He rose wearily from his seat, and walking to the window looked out upon St.James's Square.

A soft rain hung about the lamp-posts, the pavements were thick with umbrellas.

He returned to his chair with a shrug of the shoulders.
"The only elucidation from outside seems to be a change of climate," he mused.

"I should prefer to think of something more original.

In the meantime I will write to that misguided young man in Medchester." He drew paper and pen towards him and began to write.