“It needs,” I observed modestly, “little skill to discern the approach of the inevitable.” I looked at her thoughtful face and at her eyes; they had their old look of wondering in them. “Don’t you think that if he’d treated the situation in that way----?” I asked. “Perhaps,” she said softly. “But he wouldn’t think of all that. He was such an Idealist.” I really do not know why she applied that term to him at that moment, except that he used to apply it to himself at many moments. But since it seemed to her to explain his conduct, there is no need to quarrel with the epithet. “And I hope,” said I, “that the grey frock wasn’t irretrievably ruined?” “I’ve never worn it again,” she murmured. So I suppose it was ruined--unless she has some other reason. But she would be right to treat it differently from other frocks; it must mean a good deal to her, although it failed to mean anything except its own pretty self to Mr Jackson. FOREORDAINED “I don’t say,” observed the Colonel, “that limited liability companies haven’t great advantages. In fact, I’m a director myself--it’s a big grocery--and draw three hundred a year--a very welcome addition to my half-pay--and, for all I know, I may supply some of you fellows with your morning bacon. If I do, it just exemplifies the point I was about to make; which is this--When it comes to limited companies, you never know who anybody is. I could tell you a little story to illustrate that; it’s rather a sad one, though.” The club smoking-room was cheerfully lighted, the fire burned brightly, we each had a cigar and a drink. We intimated to the Colonel that we felt in a position to endure a touch of tragedy. “It’s some years ago now,” he said, “but it affected me considerably at the time. Do any of you go to Stretchley’s for your clothes?” Three of us shook our heads wistfully. The fourth--a young man, and a new member, whom none of us knew, but who had a legal look about him and wore admirable trousers of a delicate grey--answered the Colonel’s question in the affirmative. “If I may say so, you and Stretchley do one another credit, sir,” said the Colonel, with an approving glance at the new member’s trousers. “And I needn’t tell you that Stretchley’s have few equals--and no superiors. When you say Stretchley’s, you say everything. I have never gone to them myself: partly because I couldn’t afford it, more perhaps from motives of delicacy--from consideration for poor George Langhorn’s feelings. He has always preferred not to act professionally for his personal friends, even though he lost money in consequence.” “How does George Langhorn come in?” I ventured to ask.