h a woolly dog, like Poland,
that Parisienne! Oh, to get rid of him and be free again, thought Lily,
never again to have Trampy before her eyes! And, suddenly, her mind was
made up. She dressed herself hurriedly.

"Where are you going?" asked Trampy.

"I'm off!" said Lily. "I've had enough of this!"

"What's that?" said Trampy, dull-mouthed, flinging his body across the
bed. "What's that? Say it again!"

"I say I hate the sight of you! I'm going back to my Pa and Ma!"

"You, you're going back to ... well, good-by, darling, goo-good ...
goo-good-by," stammered Trampy, sprawling on the bed, among the disordered
clothes....

Lily moved freely round the room, without even troubling about him, like
one who has made up her mind once and for all. She packed up her things in
the basket trunk. She put her bike outside the door; and, just as she was
going to look for a neighbor to help her down with her trunk, an idea
entered her head. She stopped on the threshold, came back to Trampy,
slipped her hand into his pocket and gingerly took out the banknote:

"An insult like that!" she muttered. "I'd rather starve than not give
Jimmy back the money!"

CHAPTER VI

"Lily!"

She thought she heard herself called, in her dream, just because she was
back in her room again, in London, among familiar objects. She felt as if
her life was going on exactly as in the old days, as if nothing had
happened in between. Her marriage? A nightmare. And her home-coming
yesterday had been very nice: no questions asked, no whys and hows. Her
parents knew, of course. They knew all about her troubles with Trampy. But
no reproaches, nothing: kisses, everybody very happy, including herself.
She snuggled under the bedclothes, in the hollow left by Glass-Eye, who
had gone down-stairs. Lily felt sorry that she had left her trunk at the
hotel, when she thought of the cordial welcome she had received at the
hands of Pa and Ma.

It was quite three weeks since she left her husband. She went over it all
again in her head. Her departure from Berlin! She meant to go straight to
Jimmy, first, and give him back that money; only, those Vienna hats,
displayed in the shop-windows, those dresses, those boots, when she saw
all that, Lily understood that she could not return to London, to her
parents, with dingy-looking clothes, after her successes on the continent!
Pa and Ma would have laughed in her face.

Lily felt bound to say that she had been most r