Of course all Jimmy's friends knew that once he had loved Cynthia Farrow; no doubt many of them had seen him walking with her through this very park. Something of the old jealousy touched her for a moment. She would never be able to forget, even If she lived for years and years; the memory of the woman who had wrecked her happiness would always be there between them--a shadow which it was impossible to banish. "What about some lunch?" said Jimmy presently. He glanced at his watch. "It's half past twelve." "I should like to ask Mr. Sangster to come with us," Christine said quickly. "Is he anywhere--anywhere where we can find him?" "I can 'phone. He's not on the 'phone himself, but the people downstairs will take a message, if you don't mind waiting for a moment." "I don't mind at all." She was dreading another _tete-a-tete_ lunch with her husband. It had been in her mind all the morning to suggest that Sangster came with them. She remembered bitterly how once Jimmy had suggested bringing his friend to share their wedding breakfast. Things had strangely reversed themselves since that morning. She waited outside the call box while Jimmy went in; she watched him through the glass door. He was standing with his hat at the back of his head, his elbow resting on the wooden box itself. He looked very young, she thought, in spite of his slightly haggard appearance. Something in his attitude reminded her of him as he had been in his Eton days--long-legged and ungainly in his short jacket. She smothered a little sigh. They had drifted such a weary way since then; too far to ever retrace their steps. Presently he rejoined her. "I am sorry--Sangster is not in." "Oh!" She looked disappointed. "Is there--isn't there anyone else we can ask?" His eyes searched her flushed face bitterly. "You hate being alone with me as much as all that?" She looked away. "I only thought it would be more lively." "You find me such dull company." She made no reply. "Things have changed since we were engaged, haven't they?" said Jimmy then, savagely. "You were pleased enough to be with me then; you never wanted a third." "Things are reversed--that is all," she told him unemotionally. He laughed ironically. "I don't think you know quite how successfully you are paying me out," he said. "I would rather not talk about it," she interrupted. "It can do no good. I have done as you asked me; I told you I could do no more, that you must expect nothing more." There was a little silence. "I'm sorry," said Jimmy stiltedly. They lunched together. "I'll get some tickets for a theatre to-night," Jimmy said. "That will kill the time, won't it?" "I didn't say I found the time drag," she told him. "No; but you look bored to death," he answered savagely. It was such an extraordinary situation--that Christine should ever be bored with him. It cut Jimmy to the heart; he looked at her with anger.