"Then I think a little outing to the Isle of Wight or the south of France might be the thing."
She pondered this.
"I see," she said at last. "And will you promise to tell me, the moment that you think Bobby needs such a change?"
"I do, indeed," he replied earnestly.
"Thank you. Now I feel free to give all my attention to my husband—for the present. I shall go to him myself now. It seems to me the last hope that we have."
"You mean that you will try to persuade him to—to—er—be frank with you?"
"Yes."
Bellamy looked at her in genuine distress.
"I'm afraid you must prepare yourself for disappointment, Mrs. Chesney."
"I am prepared for it," she said. Her voice was grave, but under the gravity there was depth on depth of bitterness.