“It’s a shame to worry you——”
I made for the door. “Not to-night—no worries. They’ll keep until to-morrow.”
“No, Godfrey dear,” she said. “I must tell you at once. There is serious trouble between Margot and Hugh.”
“Why, they haven’t been married a year.”
“He has been treating her shamefully from the outset. In fact, he cut short the honeymoon to hurry back to that music-hall person.”
“The one I saw him with?”
“Yes—the same one—that notorious Jupey What’s-her-name. Isn’t it dreadful! Margot’s pride is up in arms. Nothing I say will quiet her.”
“Um,” said I.
“She refuses to understand that over here husbands are allowed a—a——”
“Latitude,” I suggested.