'Oh, no! I suppose we may as well accept.' The words 'Have you seen her yet?' were on her lips, but she dared not say them. She was afraid he would tell her the truth. 'Have you any objection?' he asked. She didn't answer, but walked to the door and then turned round and said-- 'None whatever--to _your_ going. You can go where you please, and do as you like. But I shall certainly not go with you!' 'Hyacinth!' 'You've been deceiving me, Cecil. Don't speak--please don't--because you would lie to me, and I couldn't bear it. I saw you driving with that woman today. I quite understand that you're beginning to think it would be better I should go to her house. No doubt you arranged it with her. But I'm not going to make it so convenient for you as all that!' 'My dear child, stop, listen!--let me explain. We met accidentally at the picture-gallery, and her husband himself asked me to drive her home. I couldn't get out of it.' 'Oh! He asked you to drive her home! You went a long way round, Cecil. The Cromwell Road is scarcely on the way to Regent's Park from St James's Street. Anyhow, you need not have done it. I have felt for some time that you don't really care for me, and I'm not going to play the part of the deceived and ridiculous wife, nor to live an existence of continual wrangling. I'm disappointed, and I must accept the disappointment.' 'My dearest girl, what do you mean?' 'Let us separate!' she answered. 'I will go abroad somewhere with Anne, and you can stay here and go on with your intrigue. I doubt if it will make you very happy in the end--it is too base, under the circumstances. At any rate, you're perfectly free.' 'You are absolutely wrong, Hyacinth. Terribly wrong--utterly mistaken! I swear to you that today is the first time I've seen her since she married. She wants to know you better--to be your friend. That is why she asked us again. She's devoted to her husband. It was a mere chance, our drive today--there's nothing in it. But still, though I'm absolutely innocent, if you _wish_ to leave me, I shall not stand in your way. You want to go abroad with Anne Yeo, do you? Upon my word, I believe you prefer her to me!' 'You are grotesque, Cecil. But, at least, I can believe what she says. I know she would not be treacherous to me.' 'I suppose it was she who put this pretty fancy in your head--this nonsense about my imaginary flirtation with--Lady Selsey?' 'Was it Anne who made you drive with Lady Selsey, and not tell me about it? No, I can't believe you--I wish I could. This is all I've seen, so it's all you acknowledge. For a long time I've known that it was she who was between us. You have always cared for her. I suppose you always will. Well, I am not going to fight with her.' She threw the note on the table. 'You can answer it! Say you'll go, but that I am going away. I shall probably go tomorrow.' The door closed behind her. Cecil was left alone. 'By Jove!' he said to himself; and then more slowly, 'By--Jove!'