As that conclusion hardened she stood quite still in the middle of his dressing-room, with all the drawers pulled out, to try and realise what she was feeling.

By no means easy! Though he was 'the limit' he was yet her property, and for the life of her she could not but feel the poorer.

To be widowed yet not widowed at forty-two; with four children; made conspicuous, an object of commiseration! Gone to the arms of a Spanish Jade! Memories, feelings, which she had thought quite dead, revived within her, painful, sullen, tenacious.

Mechanically she closed drawer after drawer, went to her bed, lay on it, and buried her face in the pillows.

She did not cry.