In her storms with Jack she used to rave out these things, and Jack would repeat them to Theo. MRS. CLOYS. What business had he to do that, pray? MRS. EMPTAGE. Well, his home had become such a hell that he fell into the way of rushing round to Lennox Gardens, to Theophila and Alec, to obtain relief from his worries. JUSTINA. He gradually became a sort of third in Lennox Gardens, you know, aunt. MRS. CLOYS. A sort of third? MRS. EMPTAGE. The house-friend who is continually running in and out—— JUSTINA. The man who has dined with you almost before you know it, as it were. MRS. CLOYS. Oh! And is this all? MRS. EMPTAGE. All? MRS. CLOYS. All the justification a jealous woman has for seeking to divorce her husband? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Not divorce, Harriet; she wasn’t entitled to ask for that. Mrs. Allingham has been suing for judicial separation. MRS. CLOYS. Well, well——! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Accuracy with me is a perfect mania. Oh, yes, that’s all. With the exception of the—the——[_With a wave of the hand._] However——! MRS. CLOYS. Exception? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. I was thinking of the bézique part of the case. MRS. EMPTAGE. [_Impatiently._] Yes, yes; but that’s of no consequence now. MRS. CLOYS. Bézique? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. Allingham and Theophila happen, both of them, to be fond of cards. And when Fraser was away in Scotland—— MRS. CLOYS. Away in Scotland? _Not_ with Theophila? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. No, no; she loathes Locheen. MRS. CLOYS. I see. When Mr. Fraser was in Scotland and his wife was by herself in London—— MRS. EMPTAGE. Then a little harmless bézique helped to kill the time. MRS. CLOYS. Theophila and Mr. Allingham killed time together? MRS. EMPTAGE, JUSTINA, SIR FLETCHER. [_In various tones._] Yes—yes—yes. MRS. CLOYS. Where was the time killed? SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. In Lennox Gardens. MRS. CLOYS. At Theophila’s house, in her husband’s absence. Is _that_ all? MRS. EMPTAGE. Absolutely all. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. All the bézique part of the case. You see, the lawyers separated the case against Theophila into three divisions. MRS. CLOYS. Three! Number One?