And there was silence for a few minutes, only broken by the sobs of Minnie, then Aunt Jelly recovered her usual manner with an effort, and ordered wine and cake to be placed on the table. Miss Pelch had barely time to do this, when there came a ring at the front door, and shortly afterwards Sir Guy Errington entered the room. Aunt Jelly, now quite her own grim self, received her nephew coldly, and then sent Minnie out of the room, as she wanted to talk to Sir Guy in private. Miss Pelch, however, mindful of the doctor's order, did not go far, but waited in the hall, so as to be ready to enter when the five minutes had expired. Guy looked rather haggard about the face, as he sat down near his elderly relation, which Aunt Jelly put down to fast living, although, in reality, it was due to worrying about his wife. This idea did not make her feel very tenderly towards Errington, and she prepared herself to do battle. "So you've come at last?" she said, straightening her back, and folding her hands on her knees. "I came as soon as you sent for me," answered Guy, quietly. "You should have come without an invitation," said Aunt Jelly, with a frown, "but young men of the present day seem to take a delight in neglecting those nearest and dearest to them." This was said pointedly, with a view to drawing forth some remark about Alizon, but Guy did not take it in that sense. "I don't want to neglect you, aunt," he said moodily, "but our conversations are not so pleasant that I should look forward to them." "I only speak for your good." "People always do that when they make disagreeable remarks," replied Errington sarcastically. "You're not looking well to-day, Aunt Jelly." "I don't feel well either," responded his aunt shortly. "I'm dying." "Oh, no, don't say that," said Guy, heartily shocked at her remark. "But I will say it," retorted Miss Corbin, nodding her head vigorously, "and I'll say something else too that you won't like." "I've no doubt you will," answered Guy crossly, rising to his feet. "Look here, Aunt Jelly, you're not well to-day, and if you brought me here to quarrel, I'm not fit for it." "You're fit for nothing in my opinion except the Divorce Court," said Aunt Jelly viciously. "Sit down." "I don't know what you mean by talking about the Divorce Court," answered Errington calmly, obeying her command. "Think and see." "What's the good of my doing that?" cried Errington angrily, "I don't know what you mean." "Don't shriek," said Miss Corbin coolly, "it goes through my head." "I beg your pardon aunt," replied Guy politely, "but if you would tell me what you're driving at I would feel obliged." Aunt Jelly sat in silence for a moment, rapping the fingers of one hand on the knuckles of the other, then spoke out sharply. "What's all this talk about you and Mrs. Veilsturm?" Guy sat bolt upright in his chair and stared at her in amazement.