"I _am_ satisfied, but you, my friend, are not." "Oh," shrugged Mary Falconer desperately, "you know _I've_ no right to think, or feel, or criticise! I never pretend to run people's lives or to act the benefactor or to take the place of Fate." The light danced and sparkled on the jet in her black dress, on the jewels on her neck. Under her black feather-hat her face, brilliant and glowing, seemed for once to be defiant to him, her handsome eyes were dark with displeasure. The poor fellow could never recall having caused a cloud to ruffle her face before in his life. It was not like her. Her tenderness for a second had gone. He could not live without that, he knew it, what ever else he must forego. He said, with some sadness, "I suppose you're right: if one can buy even _a honeymoon_ for another couple he shouldn't lose the opportunity." She looked up at him quickly. They had reached the ground floor--they had left the elevator and they stood side by side in the hall. The lady had a very trifle softened, not very much, still he noticed the change and was duly grateful. "We must wait here," she said, "for the others to come down. I can't let Molly go in alone, and I don't know where my husband is; I haven't seen him all day." Bulstrode continued spiritlessly: "Molly, if you remember, begged me to tell De Presle-Vaulx how 'perfectly ridiculous' my scheme for the Wild West is. I will tell him this--you will coach me,--there'll be some pleasure in that, at least! and then I'll find out for what sum the Marquise de Presle-Vaulx will sell her son. I'll buy him," he said, "for Molly, and of course," he brought it out quite simply, "I shall _dot_ the girl." And then the lady stepped back and looked at him. He felt, before that she had merely swept him with her eyes; now she looked at him. She cried his name out--"Jimmy!"--that was all. But in the exclamation, in the change of her mobile face, in the lovely gesture that her hand made, as if it would have gone to his, Bulstrode was forced to feel himself eminently, gloriously repaid, and it is not too much to say that he did. THE FIFTH ADVENTURE V IN WHICH HE MAKES NOBODY HAPPY AT ALL