y of them thought that six months after they were married?
There was Adair, for instance. But his wife was going to be the big
thing--on that he was determined.

And yet, it wasn't very big of Terry to be using him as a stalking-horse
for her love for Braithwaite; he felt morally certain that that was what
she was doing. She hadn't acknowledged to having seen him, but Tabs felt
instinctively that she had seen him. He also felt that within the next
twenty-four hours she would be seeing him again. It was impossible for
him to accuse her of clandestine meetings of which he had no proof; at
the same time he was distressed by the restraint that was put upon
himself. As things were, anything might happen. When it did happen, it
would happen suddenly and he would be in a measure to blame.

And here again, in this luncheon with Maisie, he was being made a party
to her policy of secrecy. There could be no doubt that Sir Tobias was in
ignorance of her continual correspondence with Maisie.

He looked at her. How near she seemed to him and yet in reality what
miles away! He could listen to her voice. He could touch her. But he
could not foresee a single one of her future actions. She was remote and
strange and dear. She had offered to become engaged to him, but she was
no part of him. She filled him with discomfort and unrest. For the first
time he dared to frame his charge against her. It was in almost the same
words as the charge which she herself had brought against Braithwaite.
He could love her so that it seemed that if he did not win her, he would
never be able to love any other woman; but he could not trust her. He
began to question whether she had ever been the woman he had tried to
think her. Perhaps she was only a dummy and his imagination had clothed
her with affection. He had attributed to her adorable qualities----

When all was said, how little he really knew about her! His need of her
fought with his sense of discretion. It was not dignified that a man of
his position and years should allow himself to become a shuttlecock in
the hands of her capricious inexperience. Would he ever be able to
bridge that gulf of years! Lady Beddow's unhappy criticism haunted him.
"He lacks ardor." Perhaps she was right; experience should marry
experience and inexperience inexperience.

As they sped down the Brompton Road, they passed the end of Honeymoon
Square. In the enclosed garden among spring flowers children were still
playin