"I hope that you are succeeding?"
"On the whole, yes!" she declared, smiling. "We live at Streatham, and he goes in to the city every day. He has bought a share in a business. We are not millionaires yet, but one never can tell."
"At any rate," he remarked pleasantly, "to judge by your appearance I should say that you find it better than Rakney."
"Don't mention the place, or any one in it," she said, with a shiver. "Thank Heaven, I shall never have to go back to it! Stephen is really doing very well, and half the money is still settled upon me. You have no idea," she continued, "how domesticity has agreed with him. He has scarcely a vice left."
"It has made a lot of difference to me," returned Deane. "Can't you recognize my subdued appearance?"
"I never saw you looking so well," she answered frankly. "Now I must hurry off. I am going to call for my husband and take him to lunch."
"And I am going to fetch my wife for the same reason," Deane answered, smiling. "The best of luck to you both!"
They parted in the crowd, swept away by the flood, the endless tide of passing humanity, and with a smile upon his lips Deane went to his appointment.