"I have not found him."
"Then—gracious, man, speak out. How can I find him?"
"Ask your husband. Ask Mr. Alexander Hendrie where he is."
Mr. Verdant had risen from his seat as he spoke, and now stood holding the door open for his visitor to pass out.
CHAPTER II
WHEN VOWS MUST YIELD
"Ask your husband. Ask Mr. Alexander Hendrie where he is."
The words beat into Monica's brain. They hammered upon her ear-drums. They rose before her eyes, mocking her.
She was back in her own home. She had gone straight to her bedroom and locked herself in. She was due at a luncheon party, and, on her return, Margaret had hurried to wait upon her. But the girl was promptly dismissed, and the luncheon forgotten. It was a matter of no importance now. Monica would go nowhere; she would receive no one. She was ill, she said, and refused to be disturbed.