Let us go down to the Club together.

We shall probably see your husband there." She hesitated.

She seemed still perplexed.
"I wonder," she murmured, "could I send another message to him?
Perhaps he didn't quite understand." "Much better come along to the Club," Draconmeyer advised, good-humouredly.

"You can be there yourself before a message could reach him." "Very well," she assented.

"I will be ready in ten minutes...." Draconmeyer took his wife back to her room.
"Did I do as you wished, dear ?" she asked him anxiously.
"Absolutely," he replied.
He helped her back to her couch and stooped and kissed her.