“I suppose we shall have to do the same,” said Derry ruefully. “It’s rather hard, isn’t it? They’ve gone an’ thrown us together an’ presently they’ll tear us apart. Never mind, I shall write to you surreptitiously. And when I smudge the letter you’ll know that I’m thinking of a night when your hair was full of the Rubaiyat and your blessed cheek stung me till I wanted to pick you up and carry you into the hills.” Rosemary lifted up her voice— _What’ll I do_ _When you_ _Are far away,_ _And I_ _Am blue—_ _What’ll I do?_ Derry picked up his cue in a pleasing baritone— _What’ll I do_ _When I_ _Am wondering who_ _Is kissing you—_ _What’ll I do?_ They finished the chorus together. “Oh, you darling,” breathed Derry. “Of course, Roger must be out of his mind.” Rosemary decelerated and slid an arm round his neck. “So must Jenny,” she whispered. As she gave him her lips, headlights leapt out of the darkness and four tires tore at the road. Peruke wrenched the wheel round, and they missed a head-on collision by an inch and a half. There was nothing to be said or done. The coupé alone was to blame, Rosemary having allowed her to stray to the right of the road. As the cars drew apart— “They must have seen us,” said Rosemary. “Let’s pray it was no one we knew.” “At least,” said Derry Peruke, “they can’t have been angry. To see all is to forgive all. And next time, sweetheart, I think I should put her in first.” * * * * * As the cars drew apart— “Did you see who that was?” said Virginia in a freezing tone. Captain Chase inserted a finger between his collar and throat. “I saw your blasted husband kissing my wife.” “How dare you?” cried Mrs. Peruke. “She had her arms round his neck.” “He was taking advantage of her,” declared Roger. “Rosemary’s not that sort.” “What d’you mean—_that sort_?” said Virginia furiously. In view of the powder yet adhering to her companion’s shoulder, the peculiar pertinence of the question was undeniable. Captain Chase swallowed before replying. “I only meant,” he explained, “that—that she wouldn’t make the running.” Virginia replied with a noise which cannot be reduced to writing, but was indicative at once of great contempt, loathing, and incredulity. Then, after the manner of one who fears contamination and desires to advertise the fact, she withdrew as far from Captain Chase as the construction of the limousine would allow. “You seem to forget,” she said coldly, “that Derry is very attractive.” “I say he’s deceived her,” was the violent reply. “Made her blind or something.”