And, after all, it's my money.' Mrs.Willoughby became quiet.
'Well,' she said, and she derived some satisfaction from the thought, 'at all events Clarice has dropped talking about him.' Fielding laughed.
'That means that it's Mallinson's turn on the roundabout and nothing more.' 'Sidney Mallinson has been refused.' 'Refused! When ?' 'On the Sunday we lunched at Beaufort Gardens.' 'Oh!' Fielding was silent for a moment.

He was thinking that he had met Mallinson of late with unusual frequency here at Mrs.Willoughby's house.
'But are you sure ?' he asked.
'Certain; he told me so himself.

Clarice told me too the day after.' Mrs.
Willoughby began again to laugh.

'She would have prevented him if she could, but apparently he tried to take her by storm.' 'Oh!' exclaimed Fielding.

'On the Sunday afternoons you say?
Then I was to blame, I am afraid, for I gave him precisely that advice on the Sunday morning.