"Surely the English must have made a corner in hypocrisy," she said. "For sheer, genuine hypocrisy give me the frank English gentleman like--well, like you, Jack. You are annoyed that Marie has been, as you say, talked about; you are convinced that it is the chief, if not the only, duty of a wife not to be talked about. Now, what is the reason of that, may I ask you? Is it because you demand virtue of her, fidelity to you? Not a bit of it, and you know it. You do not care in the least what she does, provided only nothing is said about her. But, seriously, is it worth while keeping that sort of thing up with me? Cæsar's wife must be beyond suspicion! Oh, me, what ranting twaddle! But, oh, my poor Cæsar!" Jack had not been very comfortable when he came in; he was not more comfortable now. The bogieman, who was capable of popping out as on a nervous old lady on a dark night, and frightening Cabinet Ministers with his horrible turnip-ghost of accurate figures and reliable statistics, was more terrified than terrifying here. "You are getting quite like Marie," he observed. "Am I? It would be a singularly awkward position for you if I was, do you not think?" Jack had no pertinent reply for a moment; then, "I do not know that the censorious attitude suits you very well," he said. "Ah, the whole question turns on what one is censorious of. I am censorious of your hypocrisy, reasonably I think, because I have no weakness that way. But you as censor of Marie's morals! Oh, does it not make you laugh, simply for fear you should cry? Have more whisky, Jack; you really are not yourself yet. Tell me this, now--what did you come here for? You have said nothing yet which would not have been better left unsaid." Jack got up. "You appear to wish to quarrel with me," he said. "I think you had better do it alone." Mildred made up her mind in a moment; the thing she had long been debating solved itself at this. "If you go like a sulky child," she said, "it will be you who quarrel with me. Now, can you afford to quarrel with both me and Marie? Just consider that, and reckon up to yourself exactly what will be left of you if you do. You may do so if you choose, and you can say you have grounds, for it was I who put into Silly Billy's head the idea that made him say what he did about Marie. Dresden birds, a hundred pounds, and please don't touch the Tanagras," she added. The caution was apparently unnecessary, for Jack did not show the slightest inclination to smash anything. He sat down as good as gold. "You are a remarkably interesting woman," he said; "and as I never thought you a fool, I should really like to know why you did that." "The immediate cause was a bad one," she said, "for it was that I was angry with Marie, and wanted to hurt her." "Then, can you afford to quarrel with Marie--and me?" he asked.