"I'm not sorry," he said, looking immeasurably relieved. "I'd rather have a quiet evening with you, Pam. Last night tired me; I'm feeling cheap." "It was thoughtless of me to have asked him," said Pamela contritely. "But it's all right, as it happens. We'll have a Darby and Joan dinner, and you shall be as surly as you please, and sit and smoke all the evening. There." He pinched her ear. "I'll take you at your word one of these days; and you'll see what a bear I can be." Pamela slipped her hand through his arm and they left the bedroom together. Although she had made a joke of the quiet evening they would spend, she knew quite well that he would sit as she had promised he should, silent and abstracted, so lost in gloomy thought that he would seem oblivious of her presence. She had seen him in this mood frequently of late, and had grown familiar with the symptoms. At dinner, quietly observant of him, she noticed that he ate scarcely anything; but he drank more than usual. When he exceeded his customary allowance, it did not loosen his tongue; he became morosely silent, and betrayed a tendency towards irritability if spoken to. Pamela was a tactful woman, and knew when to be silent. But she was beginning to resent her husband's want of confidence in her. If there was a secret worry that pressed upon his mind so that it threatened to become a serious trouble, he ought to share it with her. His silence showed a lack of trust. Surely by now he ought to realise that her love was sufficiently strong to help her to understand and sympathise with him in any trouble that might overtake him. She desired to share his full confidence, to have the strength of her love put to the test. There was no shadow of doubt in her own mind that it would rise to meet any occasion. A love which is entirely strong has no fear of the fire. "To-morrow," she told herself, and stilled a cowardly impulse to put the date further off, "when he is more himself, I will ask him to trust me." Then she got up quietly, moved to the back of his chair, and kissed him on his forehead. He made no direct response, but his eyes, as they followed her from the room, were alight with a passionate hunger that quenched in its fiercer fire the slightly furtive expression of dread which marred their ordinary frankness. CHAPTER FOUR.