"Hardly the thing to leave it to chance," said Owen drily. "After all, when one gets out of an invitation to dinner, one generally sends an excuse; but ..." he broke off, and his eyes blazed suddenly "... look here, Barry, you know, and I know, that this woman has played a low-down trick on me. I thought her--well, no matter what I thought her--but anyway I know her now for what she is. And I'll be infinitely obliged to you if you'll be good enough to drop the subject now and for evermore." "I say, old chap, I'm awfully sorry----" Barry's impulsive speech got no further, for the other raised his hand to cut it short. "All right, Barry, we'll take it all as said. Henceforth no such person as Miss Rees--I mean Lady Saxonby--exists for me; and if you'll remember that it will make things easier for us both." "Very well, Owen." Barry felt emboldened to light a cigarette; and then, with a tactlessness born of mental discomfort, he asked a blundering question. "What shall you do now, old man? Have another shot at big game for a bit, or what?" "Another shot--I say, Barry, why on earth should I go back the moment I've got home? Oh, I see!" He smiled cynically. "You mean town won't be very pleasant for a bit? Well, I daresay it won't, but thank God no one will dare to say much to me!" His jaw squared itself rather aggressively. "But I don't intend to quit. On the contrary, my firm intention is to remain here, do some good work, and, incidentally, marry." Barry swung round and faced him, openly surprised. "Marry? But--whom?" "Oh, I don't know ... at the moment; but someone. You look astonished, Barry! Why shouldn't I marry? Ah, I see! You think because one woman's turned me down no one else will care to risk her happiness with me! Well, of course my value is considerably depreciated, no doubt; but after all, men are in the minority, and I daresay I'll be able to find some girl to take pity on me!" "Don't talk like that, Owen!" Barry spoke hastily, and his blue eyes looked rather stern. "You don't want a girl to take you out of pity, do you? That's not much of a basis for a happy marriage, is it?" "No, Barry." He took the rebuke well. "I was talking like a fool. But honestly, I do mean to marry--as soon as possible. Oh, I daresay I'm taking it the wrong way, but it seems to me that there's only one thing for a man in my position to do, and that is to show that he's not heart-broken because one unscrupulous woman has treated him badly!" "That's all very well--but what about the other woman? Are you going to marry the first girl you meet, irrespective of love, or what _are_ you going to do? I can understand your feeling for Miss Rees has changed its nature--love and hate are akin, I know, but still----"