All newspapers made him furious. He regarded everything in them as a personal affront; from the fashionable intelligence, describing political dinners in Berkeley Square or dances in Curzon Street, where he thought he should have been present in the important character of host, to notices of plays--plays which he felt he could have written so well. Even sensational thefts irritated him; perhaps he unconsciously fancied that the stolen things (Crown jewels, and so forth) should by rights have been his, and that he would have known how to take care of them. 'Births, Marriages, and Deaths' annoyed him intensely. If he read that Lady So-and-So had twin sons, the elder of whom would be heir to the title and estates, he was disgusted to think of the injustice that he hadn't a title and estates for Archie to inherit, and he mentally held the newly-arrived children very cheap, feeling absolutely certain that they would compare most unfavourably with his boy, excepting, of course, in the accident of their worldly circumstances. Also, although he was proud of having married, and fond of Edith, descriptions of 'Society Weddings of the Week' drove him absolutely wild--wild to think that he and Edith, who deserved it, hadn't had an Archbishop, choirboys, guardsmen with crossed swords to walk under, and an amethyst brooch from a member of the Royal Family at their wedding. New discoveries in science pained him, for he knew that he would have thought of them long before, and carried them out much better, had he only had the time. Bruce had had influenza, and when Edith came in with her news, she could not at once make up her mind to tell him, fearing his anger. He was lying on the sofa with the paper, grumbling at the fuss made about the Sicilian players, of whom he was clearly jealous. She sat down by his side and agreed with him. 'I'm much worse since you went out. You know the usual results of influenza, don't you? Heart failure, or nervous depression liable to lead to suicide.' 'But you're much better, dear. Dr Braithwaite said it was wonderful how quickly you threw it off.' 'Threw it off! Yes, but that's only because I have a marvellous constitution and great will-power. If I happened to have had less strength and vitality, I might easily have been dead by now. I wish you'd go and fetch me some cigarettes, dear. I have none left.' She got up and went to the door. 'What are you fidgeting about, Edith?' said he. '_Can't_ you keep still? It's not at all good for a convalescent to have a restless person with him.' 'Why, I was only going to fetch--' 'I know you were; but you should learn repose, dear. First you go out all the morning, and when you come home you go rushing about the room.' She sat down again and decided to tell him. 'You'll be glad to hear,' she said, 'that Hyacinth and Cecil Reeve are engaged. They are to be married in the autumn.' Guessing she expected him to display interest, he answered irritably--