Dare made no answer to this. Had the position of affairs been simply as she believed it to be, he would not be undertaking this quest. An act of plain desertion would, as she had stated, have been a matter for the law to deal with. But the Arnotts' case had to be kept out of the courts if possible for Pamela's sake. He was very clear on that point. Pamela's mistake in continuing to live with Arnott after her discovery of the truth made secrecy vitally important. That was a point which Arnott had probably taken into consideration. "You are a big fool, George," she said; "but I love you for your folly. I suppose most women admire quixotic men. I am going to be amenable now. I'll do my part, never fear. I'll stick to Pamela like a limpet. There's a difficult time ahead for her,--a storm of scandal to be faced; but we'll win through. Thank heaven! no one has ever been able to fling any mud at her!" He gave her a quick look; she met it with a little uncertain laugh, and a light of indulgent affection in her eyes. "We are creatures of circumstance," she added; "but we are not ruled by our passions,--not all of us." To which Dare had nothing to say. He was very conscious at the moment of the dominating quality of his own passion; that he was not ruled by it was due rather to circumstances being against him than to any particular self-restraint. Had Pamela been willing to accept his proposal, he would have allowed no consideration to bar the way to their immediate marriage. As the case stood, however, his love was sufficiently strong and unselfish to move him to act as a disinterested friend who had at heart only an earnest desire to be of service to her. He meant to find Arnott, and persuade the man if possible to fulfil his obligation. The quickest means of discovering Arnott's whereabouts, Carruthers suggested, and Dare considered the advice sound enough to follow, was to find Blanche Maitland, whose movements, if she were still in her professional capacity, would be easier to trace. "Though what on earth he expects to do when he does run across them," Carruthers remarked to his wife, "beats me. Old George is off his balance." "This business of sex is a big muddle," he commented later, philosophising while he undressed, to his wife's sleepy amusement. "Odd how it takes some fellows! ... Seems to knock the brains out of an average sensible chap. Never thought old George would go silly over somebody else's wife. It's in some fellows, that sort of thing." He fussed about at the glass, and got into difficulties with his tie. "Jolly glad he didn't develop a tender passion for you, old girl... Damn the thing!" The tie came away in his hand and was flung into a drawer. He banged the drawer to with noisy impatience.