As Other Men Are

by Dornford Yates

My dear Belinda,

Of course it’s convenient. I hope you have a topping good time. Stay as long as you like, dear, and send me a line when you go. I’d sort of like to follow you.

Ivan.

Nearly a month slid by.

The weather in England was consistently vile. According to the papers, Biarritz was bathed in sunshine day after day.

Pomeroy comforted himself with the reflection that Belinda was happy.

Then a telegram arrived.

Are you at Les Iles d’Or if not I go there next Thursday for a fortnight have been unable to get off before Seneschal.

Pomeroy read the message with starting eyes.

After a frightful half-hour he sat down and replied by letter.