He turned to Clare and smiled.
“Au revoir, Mrs. Heywood.”
She did not answer him, and he went out jauntily. A few moments later they heard the front door shut.
“What the devil does he come here for?” growled Herbert rather sulkily.
Clare ignored the question.
“Why are you home so early?”
“Yes, dear, why didn’t you go to the club?” asked Mrs. Heywood.
Herbert looked rather embarrassed.
“Oh, I don’t know. I felt a bit off. Besides——”
“What, dear?” asked his mother.