"I confess I have no other solution to offer. Oh, by the way, what is the number of her room?"
Guy stiffened perceptibly.
"I don't think I remember it."
"How annoying! I particularly asked you to make a note of it!"
"Oh, did you?" Guy's face was averted and he toyed nervously with his eye-glass.
"Of course I did. You must realise—in fact we discussed it together—that I must be able to see her."
"As there is nothing that you can do for her, why should you compromise her still further?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you ought not to take further advantage of her peculiar affliction so as to play the part of a devoted husband."
"This is outrageous—" began Cyril, but Campbell cut him short.