If you must go, come back to-night, Henry.

Come back, and if you are obstinate, and won't tell Philippa all that she has a right to know, tell her about that luncheon in town." Sir Henry frowned.
"It's all very well, you know, Helen," he said, "but a woman ought to trust her husband." "I am your friend, remember," Helen replied, "and upon my word, I couldn't trust and believe even in Dick, if he behaved as you have done for the last twelve months." Sir Henry made a grimace.
"Well, that settles it, I suppose, then," he observed.

"I'll have one more try and see what I can do with Philippa.

Perhaps a hint of what's going on may satisfy her." He climbed the stairs, meeting Nora on her way down, and knocked at his wife's door.

There was no reply.