“Not since he wrote me that letter,” she said. “I am dreadfully sorry.” “I shouldn’t be,” he smiled. “I think Rex has made a very good recovery. Besides it is the prerogative of youth to fall in love with beautiful actresses.” “Spoken like a grey-beard,” she said with laughter in her eyes. “You are never so amusing as when you are patriarchal, Mr. Tab. Did you escape that heart-breaking experience?” “Falling in love with actresses?” said Tab. “Yes, up to a point.” “What was the point?” she asked. “Well, ‘point’ doesn’t quite express my meaning,” said Tab carefully. “I should have said up to a date.” Her eyes caught his and dropped. “I don’t think that I should make any exceptions if I were you,” she said in a low voice. “Loving people can be a great nuisance.” “You have found it so?” said Tab icily polite. “I have found it so,” she repeated and went on quickly: “What is Rex going to do with life? He is very wealthy. Curiously enough I never dreamt that Mr. Trasmere would leave him everything. He used to grumble about Mr. Lander’s laziness to me, but I suppose he had not made any preparation for his terribly sudden end, and Mr. Lander inherited by right of relationship. He was Mr. Trasmere’s next of kin, was he not?” “I believe he was,” said Tab, “but the dear old man made a will, written in his own hand, leaving Rex everything.” He heard a crash and stared stupidly at the cup that had fallen to the floor and broken, and then looked up in amazement at Ursula. She was standing stiffly erect, her face as pale as death, staring at him. “Say that again,” she said hollowly. “What?” he asked puzzled. “About Rex inheriting the property? You knew that.” She stood with compressed lips and then: “Oh my God!” she whispered. “Oh my God, how dreadful!” In a second he was by her side, his arm about her. “What is it Ursula?” he asked anxiously, “are you ill?” She shook her head. “No, I have had a shock. I have just remembered some thing. Won’t you please forgive me?” She turned from him quickly and ran out of the room, leaving Tab a prey to various emotions. He waited for fully a quarter of an hour before she reappeared. She was still pale, but she was calm and her first words were an apology. “The truth is,” she said with a faint smile, “I am a nervous wreck.” “What was it I said that upset you?” “I don’t know. You talked about the will and it brought it all back,” she said hurriedly. “Ursula, you are not speaking the truth. Accidentally I must have said something that horrified you. What was it?” She shook her head. “I am telling you the truth, Tab,” she said, and in her distress, dropped the prefix. It was his flush that reminded her.