'I could see last night how unhappy they both were. And when Cynthia suggested it, I agreed at once to come to you and tell you everything.' She looked at me anxiously. From her point of view, this was the climax, the supreme moment. She hesitated. I seemed to see her marshalling her forces, the telling sentences, the persuasive adjectives; rallying them together for the grand assault. But through the trees I caught a glimpse of Audrey, walking on the lawn; and the assault was never made. 'I will write to Cynthia tonight,' I said, 'wishing her happiness.' 'Oh, Peter!' said Mrs Drassilis. 'Don't mention it,' said I. Doubts appeared to mar her perfect contentment. 'You are sure you can convince her?' 'Convince her?' 'And--er--Lord Mountry. He is so determined not to do anything--er--what he would call unsportsmanlike.' 'Perhaps I had better tell her I am going to marry some one else,' I suggested. 'I think that would be an excellent idea,' she said, brightening visibly. 'How clever of you to have thought of it.' She permitted herself a truism. 'After all, dear Peter, there are plenty of nice girls in the world. You have only to look for them.' 'You're perfectly right,' I said. 'I'll start at once.' A gleam of white caught my eye through the trees by the lawn. I moved towards it.