“Forsyth,” said Giles, “be human. D’you mean to say I’ve got to sit still and watch my wife push off with another man?” “When you came here,” said the lawyer, “seeking a deed of separation, I warned you both that you were playing with fire. You thanked me handsomely—and then deliberately instructed me to sow the wind.” He shrugged his shoulders. “And now I must see this fellow. You sit here and smoke. I shan’t be long.” He left the room swiftly. As he passed into Maple’s room, Katharine rose at him. “Mr. Forsyth, I’ve bought it. Giles has found somebody else. I never dreamed it was serious, but I got his letter this morning.” She thrust the mischievous document into his hand. Forsyth read it carefully. Ere he could open his mouth— “He wrote that last night,” said Katharine. “That means he’s got off with Madrigal Chicele. And——” “He doesn’t say so,” said Forsyth, turning the letter about. “I know. But it does. You can take it from me. Listen. Giles doesn’t love her, really. Not yet, at any rate. He still loves me. But now that he thinks I don’t care, she—she’ll just romp home.” “Why should he think that?” “I told him I didn’t,” cried Katharine. “In so many words.” Forsyth put a hand to his head. “But if you do care, why did you——” “Because I cared so much that I couldn’t go on.” “Sit down, won’t you?” said Forsyth, indicating a chair. “I can’t give you long, for I’ve got someone waiting upstairs. But——” “For God’s sake,” wailed Katharine, “don’t rush me. As it is, I’m beside myself. And if you——” “Now, please go quietly,” said Forsyth. “I’m going to state the facts. Correct me if I go wrong. Little dreaming that your husband had written this letter to you, you gave him to understand that, so far as you were concerned, he was free to place his affections where he pleased.” “Quite right.” “That you did in the hope of bringing him to your feet.” “Yes. It sounds insane, but women are funny like that.” “Your immediate fear is that, in view of the attachment which you say his letter discloses, your rash communication will have the opposite effect and drive him into a certain lady’s arms.” “Exactly,” said Katharine. “You’ve got a magician’s brain, but let that pass. What, in Heaven’s name, Mr. Forsyth, am I to do?” “I think you must wait,” said Forsyth. “_Wait?_” The lawyer nodded. “You must wait for him to move.” “But he’s _moving_,” screamed Katharine. “He’s moving into her arms. It’s more than a million to one he’s with her now.” “I hardly think——”