"You can't help me," she sobbed at last. "No one can. I'm just lonely and miserable and homesick. I hate this place and everyone in it except--except you--and a few others. I wish I were back in England. I wish I'd never left it. I wish--I wish--I'd never married." Her voice came muffled and piteous. It was the cry of a desolate child. And all the deep chivalry in Phil's soul quivered and thrilled in response. Before he knew it, tender, consoling words had sprung to his lips. "Don't cry, dear; don't cry!" he said. "You'll feel better about it presently. We all go through it, and it's beastly, I know, I know. But it won't last. Nothing does in this chancy world. So what's the good of fretting?" She could not tell him. Her trouble was too immense at that moment to bear discussion. But he comforted her. She liked the feel of his hand upon her shoulder; the firm, friendly grasp of his fingers about her own. "I sometimes think I can't go on," she whispered through her tears. "It's like being in prison, and I want to run away. Only I can't--I can't. I've got to bear it all my life." A slight sound from the open window followed this confidence, and Phil looked up sharply. Audrey had not heard it, and she did not notice his movement. Her head was still bent; and over it Phil, glaring like a tiger, met the quiet, critical eyes of the girl's husband. He rose to his feet the next instant, but he did not utter a word. As for Tudor, he stood quite motionless, quite inscrutable, for the space of seconds, looking gravely in upon them. Then, to Phil's unspeakable amazement, he turned deliberately and walked away. There was thick matting on Mrs. Raleigh's veranda, and his receding footsteps made no sound. CHAPTER VII AN UNPLEASANT INTERVIEW "There!" said Audrey, a few seconds later, "I've been a perfect idiot, I know; but I'm better now. Tell me, do I look as if I had been crying?" She raised her pretty, woebegone face to his and smiled very faintly. There was something unmistakably grim about Phil at that moment, and she wondered why. "Of course you do," he said bluntly. Audrey got up and peered at herself uneasily in a mirror. "It doesn't show much," she said, after a careful inspection. "And, anyhow"--turning round to him--"I don't know what you have to be cross about. It--it was all your fault!" Phil groaned and held his peace. She would know soon enough, he reflected. Audrey drew nearer to him. "Tell me what he said to Major Raleigh, Phil," she said rather tremulously. He shrugged his shoulders and yielded. "He only said that he wished your discretion equalled your promptitude in emergencies," he said. "Oh," said Audrey. "Was that all? Well, I think you might have told me before." Phil laughed grudgingly. The situation was abominable, but her utter childishness palliated it. How was Tudor going to treat the matter? he wondered. What if he--