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 "Well," Sylvia said, "if you had married your pure young thing she'd have What is it cuckolded you within nine months

Perowne shuddered a little at the word. He mumbled:

"I don't see It seems to be the other way

"Oh, no, it isn't," Sylvia said. "Think it over Morally, you're the husband Immorally, I should say Because he's the man I want He looks ill Do hospital authorities always tell wives what is the matter with their husbands?"

From his angle in the chair from which he had half-emerged Sylvia seemed to him to be looking at a blank wall.

"I don't see him," Perowne said.

"I can see him in the glass," Sylvia said. "Look! From here you can see him."

Perowne shuddered a little more.

"I don't want to see him I have to see him sometimes in the course of duty I don't like to

Sylvia said:

"You," in a tone of very deep contempt. "You only carry chocolate boxes to flappers How can he come across you in the course of duty You're not a soldier!"

Perowne said:

"But what are we going to do? What will he do?"

"I," Sylvia answered, "shall tell the page-boy when he comes with his card to say that I'm engaged I don't know what he'll do. Hit you, very likely He's looking at your back now

Perowne became rigid, sunk into his deep chair.