Roger (_very_ unwisely, scenting in this a reluctance to ask Lucy too): "No, thank you. I think I’ll take your advice and go off to the country. Ungrateful sort of country—I mean the nation—mine is! Here I’ve made most important discoveries I’ve had no time to report on, I’ve ... I’ve ..." (Feelings too much for him. Takes his hat and stick, bows to Molyneux and leaves his room.) In all this he has acted most foolishly. If he’d gone to Molyneux’s—to "Good old Spavins’s"—as the clerks called him in the room opposite—bachelor dinner, had told a few good stories and hunting adventures, Molyneux, who really had his kindly side like most men, would have forgotten the old grudge about his intrusive appointment, have taken a much more charitable view about the lost cipher and the hasty marriage and have written a memo for Lord Wiltshire’s eye which would have suggested a year’s employment at home and a fresh start in East Africa. Mrs. Molyneux would have called on Mrs. Brentham at Hankey’s and Mrs. Brentham would have been pronounced by Molyneux "a dam’ good-lookin’ wench—don’t wonder she turned his head a bit—there can’t have been much to look at in East Africa"—and Brentham’s difficulties were over; and the whole fate of East Africa might have been a little different. As it was, he wrote some such memo as this for the information of the Under-Secretary of State: "Saw Brentham to-day—from Zangia Consulate, East Africa. Looks rather fagged. Evidently had a rough time. But very angry when asked to explain the awkward circumstances of his very protracted journey through the interior with the lady who is now his wife. He protested with much heat against the attacks of the Press and the attitude of the Missionary Societies. I dare say he is a maligned man, but I should also say he is what we call in diplomacy ’un mauvais coucheur.’ Difficult to get on with, quarrelsome with colleagues. He could throw no light on the loss of his cipher. Did not seem to realize what trouble and expense it has caused. He has six months’ leave of absence due. Suggest when that is coming to an end he be offered some Consular post in Norway or Algeria." Roger called at 6A, Carlton House Terrace, but was told by the man-servant opening the door that Lady Silchester and the little Lord Silchester were still in the country, at Engledene, and that it was improbable her Ladyship would be in town again until the autumn, being in deep mourning. Roger scribbled on his card (which would be sent on with other cards of calling and polite inquiries): "So much want to see you. Starting to-morrow for Church Farm, Aldermaston.—ROGER."