Justin had been in a foul mood since. He came out of abstraction to realise that Jack Fellowes had repeated his question about the evangelist, said, "What sort of fellow is he? I'd say the oddest thing about him is his very lack of oddities." "Hmmm." Fellowes was definitely interested. "Did you get much impression of repressive influences, Charley?" "I'm no psychiatrist, Jack," said Justin, "but I'd say no. He was quiet--yes. But he didn't have any trouble expressing himself. More intellect than emotion-dominated." "And you say you're no psychiatrist," said Fellowes. "Charley, if you weren't a damned good one you'd never be able to hold down the job you do at the bank." "Can't you two talk anything but shop?" Marie asked irritably. She stood up, added, "This dreadful Dubois man--I don't see why we have to have reformers anyway. The world would be all right if some people weren't always trying to change it." "Change is the natural order," Justin said mildly. "Only because men like this Dubois make it so," said Marie sharply. And, to Jack Fellowes, "I'll be ready in five minutes." Justin waited till she had left, then said, "You know, Jack, this is charmingly old-fashioned. You and I having a drink together while the woman who has us both in her clutches prepares for the evening." The psychiatrist winced. "You know, Charley, you can be alarmingly frank at times," he said. "That wasn't funny." "I know it wasn't," Justin told him. "Nothing about Marie is ever funny. She considers a sense of humor practically subversive. How _are_ you getting along with her--professionally?" Fellowes shrugged, said, "Nowhere, professionally _or_ personally. What's more I suspect you know it, Charley." "Let's just say I guessed." Justin reached for the bottle to refill his glass, added, "I know Marie. Since she has no intention of facing facts you'll never get out of the batter's box professionally. Personally? Well, she has no intention of giving me any grounds for divorce. Not that I wouldn't appreciate some, Jack." The psychiatrist said, "Charley, there's just one sort of human that absolutely baffles a man in my profession--that's an absolutely sane man." "Oh, come, Jack," said Justin. "All sanity is relative." "That's why it's so damned baffling when we find it." Fellowes lifted his glass. "Here's to the one and only sane man I ever met." Marie, coldly magnificent in ermine, with bits of silver-leaf glittering in her blond hair, appeared in the doorway. She said, "Jack, I'm ready." She didn't seem to mind at all that Justin wasn't going. II Charles dined alone on a pickup meal and went to bed early. Undressed, in his third-floor bedroom, he scratched a naked stomach that, at forty-one, was beginning to show a faint bulge, noted a more marked bulge in a side pocket of the jacket he had just removed and hung up.