And yet it was Tom who awakened me to the true meaning of my situation. That was on the day we left Washington, in the station, as Vio and I were about to take our train. Vio was ahead with Minna, when Tom suddenly clutched me by the arm. "Say, old sport; what about clubs? Boston clubs I mean. I suppose you’re a member of the Shawmut and the Beacon Hill just as before you went away. No action has ever been taken in the matter as far as I’ve heard. But I wouldn’t press the point, if I were you, not for a while yet. Later ... when everything blows over ... we can ... we can see." I nodded speechlessly. It was the most significant thing that had been said to me yet. "Yes," I assented, weakly. "When everything blows over we can see." What I saw at the minute was that if I attempted to resume my membership in either of my clubs there would be opposition. My case was as grave as that; though why it should be I hadn’t an adequate idea. Annoyed hitherto, I became deeply troubled and perplexed. Nevertheless, when we arrived in Boston again it was to experience nothing but the same widespread kindness. True, it was largely from relatives or from friends of Vio’s as admired her pluck. The tragedy of her life being plain, those who appreciated it were eager to stand by her; and to stand by her meant courtesy to me. I could be invited to a dinner to which I went under my wife’s banner; but I couldn’t be admitted to a club where I should stand on my merit as a man. The distinction was galling. Equally so I found my position with regard to Colonel Stroud. He made himself our social protector, filling in what might be considered unoccupied ground and defending anything open to attack. He did this even in our house. Without usurping my place as host, he fulfilled those duties which a companion performs for an invalid lady, passing the cigars and cigarettes after dinner, and seeing that our guests had their favorite liqueurs. Though our friends came nominally to lunch or dine with Vio and me, it seemed in effect to be with Vio and him. Every one knew, apparently, that he and she had been on the eve of a romantic act, which my coming back had frustrated. Something was due them, therefore, in the way of compensation; and considering what I had done they had the public sympathy.