He did not even know which attic it was that had been reserved at the time of the letting of Heston, and now held some of the old London furniture and papers.

Well, he must manage it, "burgle" his own house, if necessary.

What an absurd situation! Should he consult his mother?
No; better not.
* * * * * That evening General Hobson was expected for a couple of nights.

On going up to dress for dinner, Roger discovered that he had been banished to a room on the farther side of the house, where his servant was now putting out his clothes.

He turned very white, and went straight to his wife.
Daphne was on the sofa as before, and received him in silence.
"What's the meaning of this, Daphne ?" The tone was quiet, but the breathing quick.
She looked at him--bracing herself.
"I must be alone! I had no sleep last night." "You had neuralgia ?" "I don't know--I had no sleep.