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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

anything. How can I? He went on thinking about this for some time, a little ashamed; and then remembered with relief that five minutes' conversation with Ormsby made it sufficiently certain that he was what he was said to be. How absolutely right I was, he thought, to say what I did to Sylvia. (How nice to be absolutely right.)
So much for Reginald, the man who is always right. Now let us consider the erring Sylvia. He tried to put himself in Sylvia's place.
You are taken by your husband to the house of a friend of his. You meet your host and hostess. Later your hostess asks you to lunch, and you meet your host again. Later still he comes to your house; naturally you are hospitable to him. He calls again, not knowing that your husband is out (how could he know?) and suggests taking you to a theatre. It happens that your husband has unexpectedly left you to your own resources that night, so naturally you accept. All eagerness and joyous anticipation. And then you come home, full of your happy evening, longing to tell your husbandd all about it, and suddenly, crashingly out of a blue sky, he spoils your happiness.
`You've spoilt my happiness.' . . .
He was forty-one. She was twenty-six. A child. He had spoilt her happiness. How dared he marry her? How' dared he, married to her, so take her love for granted? How dared he question her who had condescended to him so royally?
`You've spoilt my happiness.'
If the door would open now, and she would come inl How wonderful of her to come in now and be friends. again. Listen! A rustling outside the door. Look! The door is opening. Oh, Sylvia, you darling !... No, ho

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