"No, I shall not guess," replied his wife. "You must tell me."
"Must!" he laughed. "And suppose I refuse. What then?"
"You will not," she said.
"You are a tyrant, Amy. It was the Linchmores. I met him accidentally at the door of the club."
"Ah! you went to the Club. You never told me that," was all she said.
"Neither have you told me how many times you have been into the nursery to see Bertie since I have been away."
"The cases are totally dissimilar," laughed Amy. "But what did Mr. Linchmore say? Was he glad to see you?"
"Yes: and took me home to dine with his wife."
"Mrs. Linchmore! How is she."
"Much the same as ever; just as haughty and hard-looking."