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Husbands, sons and brothers,
they are all alike. Sons! One expects them to be different. They
aren't different. Why should they be? I suppose I ought to be
shocked, Poff. But I'm not. She seems to be very fond of you."
"She's--she's very good--in her way. She's had a difficult life. . . ."
"You can't leave a man about for a moment," Lady Marayne reflected.
"Poff, I wish you'd fetch me a glass of water."
When he returned she was looking very fixedly into the fire. "Put
it down," she said, "anywhere. Poff! is this Mrs. Helter-Skelter a
discreet sort of woman? Do you like her?" She asked a few
additional particulars and Benham made his grudging admission of
facts. "What I still don't understand, Poff, is why you have been
away."
"I went away," said Benham, "because I want to clear things up."
"But why? Is there some one else?"
"No."
"You went alone? All the time?"
"I've told you I went alone. Do you think I tell you lies, mother?"
"Everybody tells lies somehow," said Lady Marayne. "Easy lies or
stiff ones.


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