And really it wasn’t quite the thing to go barging off to a night-club the day your husband returned after four years. Especially with young Staunton. It came back to his mind now, as he sat there pulling at his pipe, that off and on he had seen her about with the fellow; in the park, and twice at a theatre. Also having supper once at the Ritz, and two or three times at dinner. Of course there was nothing in it, but—still—confound it! the first night after four years. "Are you going to take Delia out East with you, old boy?" "That depends, John, on a variety of circumstances," remarked Hugh, quietly. "I would if I were you," grunted the other. "It’s been lonely for her, you know, and——" He became very interested in his pipe. "I wouldn’t take too much notice of that young ass. Delia is far too sensible a girl to make a fool of herself over any man—let alone Staunton. But," and John Ferrers drained his glass decisively, "the next time I see her, I shall tell her a few home truths." "Oh, no, John!" said Hugh, "you won’t. I don’t want you to allude to the matter at all. But I want you to tell me one thing. In those three cases you mentioned, did any question of divorce come up?" "Divorce!" John Ferrers sat up in his chair abruptly. "What the deuce are you talking about?" "The three cases you were speaking of," returned Hugh, imperturbably. "What manner of man is this Staunton, if things pass the dallying stage and come to a head?" "Oh!" His brother-in-law sat back, relieved. "I can’t tell you more than that Mr. James Staunton does not strike me as the type who would ever face the music. While he can take his pleasure with other men’s wives, I don’t think he has any intention of providing himself with one of his own." "That was my diagnosis of his character," said Hugh. "I’m glad you confirm it." John Ferrers rose as another member came up. "Will you join us, Hugh? Snooker." "No, thanks, old boy. Not to-night. So long." With a faint smile he watched his worthy brother-in-law as he crossed the room. Then, having ordered another drink, he lay back in his chair and closed his eyes. And it was not till an hour later that he rose and wrote a short letter to a certain firm of shipping agents. Then he left the club, with the look on his face of a man who had made up his mind. *IV* It was Hugh himself who opened the door of the flat at two o’clock in the morning and let in his wife. Staunton was standing behind her on the landing, and Hugh nodded to him. "Had a good time?" he asked, genially, standing aside to let Delia in. "Come in, Mr. Staunton, and have a nightcap before you go. No? Really, I insist."