"I know," she said. "I know that. But somehow he seemed different."
"HE always does." For a while they continued their walk in silence. "Quite cured, little girl?"
"Quite, absolutely." She squeezed his arm, "I think I was well on the way to being cured, before—before he cheated. And that finished it."
"Ah!" Hugh stopped a moment to light a cigarette.
"It simply defeats me how, after all he said, he could have done such a thing."
"I wouldn't let it worry you, sweetheart. The matter is of little importance. Halloa! What do these people want?"
"Glad to see you about again, Mrs. Massingham." An officer in the Indian Army, returning from leave, and his wife came up. "Would you and your husband care to make up a four at bridge?"
"Would you, dear?" She turned to him, and Massingham smiled.
"You go, Delia. You'll be able to find a fourth, and you've walked enough. I never play cards, myself."
"What a refreshing individual," laughed the officer's wife. "Does it bore you?"