IN AMBUSH Hitherto, Widdowson had entertained no grave mistrust of his wife.

The principles she had avowed, directly traceable as it seemed to her friendship with the militant women in Chelsea, he disliked and feared; but her conduct he fully believed to be above reproach.

His jealously of Barfoot did not glance at Monica's attitude towards the man; merely at the man himself, whom he credited with native scoundreldom.

Barfoot represented to his mind a type of licentious bachelor; why, he could not have made perfectly clear to his own understanding.

Possibly the ease of Everard's bearing, the something aristocratic in his countenance and his speech, the polish of his manner, especially in formal converse with women, from the first grave offence to Widdowson's essentially middle-class sensibilities.