They had, after weeks of procrastination, surrendered to the inevitable.

It was when they could no longer stand out against the common enemy--Tranquillity! Lord Deppingham and Bobby Browne suffered in silence; they even looked longingly toward the bungalow for the relief that it contained and refused to extend.
Lady Deppingham and Mrs.Browne should not be misunderstood by the reader.

They loved their husbands--I am quite sure of that; but they were tired of seeing no one else, tired of talking to no one else.
Moreover, in support of this one-sided assertion, they experienced from time to time the most melancholy attacks of jealousy.

The drag of time hung so heavily upon them that any struggle to cast it off was immediately noticeable.

If Mrs.Browne, in plain despair, went off for a day's ride with Lord Deppingham, that gentleman's wife was sick with jealousy.