Will laughed with his eyes on his wife's face. "On that subject," he said, "she taught me absolutely all I know."
Daisy smiled in return. "I set you some hard lessons, didn't I, Will?" she said. "Why, how late we are! I had no idea the evening mail was in. Peggy, run to ayah, darling! Only one letter for me! Who on earth is it from?"
She took it up and inspected the handwriting on the envelope.
"It's a bold enough scrawl," said Will. "Some male acquaintance apparently."
"No one interesting, I am sure," said Daisy.
She opened the envelope as she stood, withdrew the letter, and glanced at the signature.
The next instant she flushed suddenly and hotly. "That man!" she ejaculated.
"What man?" said Will.
She turned to the beginning of the letter. "Oh, it's no one you know, dear. A man I met long ago at Mahalaleshwar—that time you were at Bombay, soon after we married. He was a shocking flirt. So was I—in those days. But he got too serious at last, and I had to cut and run. I daresay there wasn't any real harm in him. It was probably all my own fault. It always is the woman's fault, isn't it?"
She twined her arm in his, looking up into his face with a little smile, half-mocking, half-wistful.