He did not know when she would be back.
She might go on to supper. It was not the custom for the servants
to wait up for her.
Benham went into the study that reduplicated his former rooms in
Finacue Street and sat down before the fire the butler lit for him.
He sent the man to bed, and fell into profound meditation.
It was nearly two o'clock when he heard the sound of her latchkey
and went out at once upon the landing.
The half-door stood open and Easton's car was outside. She stood in
the middle of the hall and relieved Easton of the gloves and fan he
was carrying.
"Good-night," she said, "I am so tired."
"My wonderful goddess," he said.
She yielded herself to his accustomed embrace, then started, stared,
and wrenched herself out of his arms.
Benham stood at the top of the stairs looking down upon them, white-
faced and inexpressive. Easton dropped back a pace. For a moment
no one moved nor spoke, and then very quietly Easton shut the half-
door and shut out the noises of the road.
For some seconds Benham regarded them, and as he did so his spirit
changed.
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