ted to come and dine with me. Are you
staying here, Micky? When did you come over?"

"Last night; and I'm not staying here. Just dropped in for some
grub."

"You'd better dine with us," Ashton said, but he did not sound very
enthusiastic.

Micky laughed. "Thanks, but I have dined. I was just leaving when you
came in." He thought of Esther, and his face hardened. This was the
man of whom she was thinking all day and every day; this man who was
so obviously going to try and marry Tubby Clare's little widow.

He stood talking to them for a few moments, then excused himself.

"You haven't told me where you are staying," Ashton said.

"No--and I'm going away to-morrow anyway.... When are you coming back
to town?"

Ashton looked quickly at his companion. "Oh, not yet awhile," he
said.

"I see." Micky met his eyes steadily. "By the way, I got your letter,"
he said after a moment. "You didn't ask about that letter you gave me.
I posted it----"

Raymond turned crimson. "The letter--oh yes, thanks--thanks, very
much. You didn't take it then?"

"No, I posted it." Micky's voice was flinty.

"Er--thanks awfully!" Ashton said again. He twisted his moustache
nervously. "I'll see you some other time," he said with a rush. "I'll
drop you a line."

"Right oh!" said Micky laconically.

"I hope I shall see you again too, Mr. Mellowes," Mrs. Clare said. She
thought she was saying the right thing. She thought these two men were
friends, and she was sufficiently in love with Raymond to wish to be
liked by his friends.

"Thank you, Mrs. Clare," Micky said stolidly. "But I am going back to
London to-morrow; I am afraid I shall have very little time, though I
should be delighted, of course----"

He felt rather sorry for this woman. After all, she was harmless and
good natured, she deserved a better fate than to be snapped up by a
good-looking fortune-hunter.

He was getting into his coat in the lounge when Ashton came after him.
He looked worried and abashed; he asked a hurried question.

"Everything's all right, eh, Micky?--Lallie, I mean--I thought from
the way you looked just now--she--she's all right--eh?"

"My dear chap--how should I know? She never answered my letter, though
I sent the money, as you wished. I thought you would have heard."

"I told you I didn't mean to write--I said that I wanted the whole
affair cut out," Ashton said irritably.

Micky made no response.

"She sure to be all right, anyway," Asht