"I didn't want to give you away to the others." "Why not? It wouldn't have been any news to them. They know that I cheat already. That's why they're up against me. But that doesn't worry me." "I don't understand you. It seemed to me a horrible thing to do. Can't you see that?" "No, I can't. Perhaps I'm different. When I play I play to win." "But that's the whole point. If you don't stick to the rules of the game there's no credit in winning, is there?" He was silent for a moment. Then, with an effort of the most courageous honesty, he said: "Well, it feels the same to me. I like winning--anyhow." She hesitated for a moment. "It makes it so that--so that we can't respect you," she said. "Now I suppose you'll go and tell Dr. Considine. Just my luck." "Indeed, and I shan't do anything of the sort. It's between us two," she replied. He was silent. "Well, it does no good talking about it," he said mournfully. "I'm made differently, that's all. Do you want anything else?" She didn't, and he left her in the dark. This small incident and the conversation that followed opened her eyes to the reality of the problem. She didn't indeed tell Considine what had happened, but she did talk to him once or twice about the history of Arthur Payne. He did not tell her much, for it was part of his plan that his wife should not be mixed up in the business of the school. These things, in his opinion, lay entirely outside a woman's province. Her place was in the drawing-room and her position that of a hostess or, providentially, that of a mother. For the present there were no signs of her fulfilling the latter.