“Doesn’t remain at home.”
Her husband laughed: “Well, I meant it merely in a figurative sense. Of course Jim goes out–––”
“Where?”
“Why, everywhere, I suppose,” said her husband, a little surprised at her tone.
She said calmly: “I hear things––pick up bits of gossip––as all women do.... And at a tea the other day a man asked me why Jim never goes to his clubs any more. So you see he doesn’t go to any of his clubs when he goes ‘out’ in the evenings.... And he’s been to no dances––judging from what is said to me.... And he doesn’t go to see Elorn Sharrow any more. She told me that herself. So––where does he go?”
“Well, but–––”
“Where does he go––every evening?”
“I’m sure I couldn’t answer–––”
“Every evening!” she repeated absently.
“Good heavens, Helen–––”