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“I should like to drive into the City with you,” she said, after a pause.

He gave her a sharp glance.

“I thought you would be wanting to go to the bank,” he remarked coolly.

She flushed and turned her back upon him. It was an unprovoked assault, and she resented it fiercely.

When they met again an hour later she was on the defensive, ready to resist his keenest thrust, and, seeing it, he laughed cynically.

“Armed to the teeth?” he asked, with a careless glance at her slim figure and delicate face.

She did not answer him by so much as a look. He handed her into the car and took his seat beside her.

“Can you manage to dine out with some of your people to-night?” he asked. “I am afraid I shall not be home till late.”

“You seem to have a great deal on your hands,” she remarked coldly.

“Yes,” said Wingarde.

It was quite obvious that he had no intention of taking her into his confidence, and Nina was stubbornly determined to betray no interest. Then and there she resolved that since he chose to give himself up entirely to the amassing of wealth, not hesitating to slight his wife in the process, she also would live her separate life wholly independent of his movements.

She pretended to herself that she would make the most of it. But deep in her heart she hated him for thus setting her aside. His action pierced straight through her pride to something that sheltered behind it, and inflicted a grevious wound.

V

A STRUGGLE FOR MASTERY

“Jove! Here’s a crush!” laughed Archie Neville. “Delighted to meet you again, Mrs. Wingarde! How did you find the Lakes?”

His good-looking, boyish face was full of pleasure. He had not expected to meet her. Nina’s welcoming smile was radiant.

“Oh, here you are, Archie!” she exclaimed, as they shook hands. “Someone said you were out of town, but I couldn’t believe anything so tragic.”

“Quite right,” said Archie. “Never believe the worst till there is positively no alternative. I’m not out of town, and I’m not going to be. It’s awfully nice to see you again, you know! I thought the sun had set for the rest of the season.”

Nina uttered a gay little laugh.

“Oh, dear, no! We certainly intended to stay longer, but Hereford was summoned back on business, and I really wasn’t sorry on the whole. I did rather regret missing all the fun.”

Archie laughed.

“Hereford must be doing dark deeds then,” he said, “of which he keeps the rest of the world in complete ignorance. The markets are dead flat just now–nothing doing whatever. It’s enough to make you tear your hair.”

“Really!” said Nina. “He gave me to understant that it was something urgent.”

And then she became suddenly silent, meeting Archie’s eyes, and aware of the surprise he was too much of a gentleman to express. With a cold feeling of dissatisfaction she turned from the subject.

“It’s very nice to be back again among my friends,” she said. “Can’t you come and dine to-morrow and go to the theatre afterwards?”

Archie considered a moment, and she knew that when he answered he was cancelling other engagements.

“Thanks, I shall be delighted!” he said, “if I shan’t be de trop.”

There was a touch of mockery in Nina’s smile.

“We shall probably be alone,” she said. “My husband’s business keeps him late in the City. We have been home a week, and he has only managed to dine with me once.”

“Isn’t he here to-night?” asked Archie.

She shook her head.

“What an infernal shame!” he exclaimed impulsively. “Oh, I beg your pardon! That was a slip.”

But Nina laid her hand on his sleeve.

“You needn’t apologize,” she said, in a low voice. “One can’t have everything. If you marry–an outsider–for his money, you have to pay the penalty.”

Archie looked at her with further indiscretion upon the tip of his tongue. But he thought twice and kept it back.

“I say, you know,” he said awkwardly, “I–I’m sorry.”