"I know. That's how I can talk to you. I wouldn't have you think I'm complainin' of her. I'm gettin' nothin' but what I asked for, you know. But it's just this. When she took me she never said she loved me, in fact she said she didn't, but I thought that it wouldn't matter--all you wanted in marriage was just to be pals and show up about the town together and treat one another honourably. Well," said Roddy, taking now a melancholy interest in his discoveries concerning himself, "damn it all, if I haven't rotted the bargain by fallin' in love with her. Jove! Why, I hadn't a ghost's guess at what Love meant before Rachel came along. Of course it isn't her fault. You couldn't expect her to love an ordinary sort of chap like me, just like a million other fellers knockin' about--but she's so unusual there ain't another woman in the world so surprisin' as Rachel-- "She's fond of me," he went on, "I know that, but what I want she just can't give me and that's the long and short of it. "Lately it's been terrible hard. She's not happy and that makes me wild, and every day that passes I seem to want her more. Nothin' else, no one else matters now. I've been playin' golf, ridin', sittin' down to this bridge they're all getting mad about, doin' every blessed thing--it isn't any use. Do you know, Christopher," he said slowly, "I'd give my soul to make her happy and I just can't----" "I know----" said Christopher. "But it's worse than that--" Roddy went on, taking up the poker and knocking on the fire--"Lately she's been having a room of her own. Started it a while ago as a temporary thing and now she sticks to it. Up here, in this damned town, we hardly see one another; always a crowd either here or outside. I know Rachel don't like it and I don't like it, but there it is-- "Next week we're going down to Seddon and things may get better there--But I can't stand it much more--not like this." "Wait a bit. It'll come all right." Christopher spoke confidently. "I've know Rachel since she was a small child. She's half Russian, you know--you must always remember that--and Russian and Beaminster make a strange mixture--Wait----" "That's so easy to say--" Roddy answered, shaking his head. "It's so easy to say, but I don't see just what's goin' to make things different from what they are----" "No--one never sees," said Christopher. "And then Destiny comes along and does something that we call coincidence and just settles it all. Your trouble will be settled, Roddy, if you're patient----" "Perhaps," Roddy said slowly, "you could see her a bit--find out----" he stopped. "Anything in the world I can do I will. We'll find a way. Meanwhile, Seddon, there is a bit of advice I can give you----" "What's that?" asked Roddy. "Go and see the Duchess more than you've been doing. See her a lot--more than you did ever----"