Down in the drawing-room things were decidedly uncomfortable.
Gladys sat by the tea-table, enjoying her tea no less for the fact that Jimmy was walking up and down like a wild animal, waiting for Christine to return.
Secretly Gladys was rather amused at the situation. She considered that whatever Jimmy suffered now, it served him right. She blamed him entirely for the estrangement between himself and his wife. She had never liked him very much, even in the old days, when she had quarrelled with him for being so selfish; she could not see that he had greatly improved now, as she watched him rather quizzically.
After a moment:
"You'll wear the carpet out," she said practically,
Jimmy stood still.
"Why doesn't Christine come back?" he demanded. "What's she doing with that fool Kettering?"
"He isn't a fool," said Gladys calmly. "I call him an exceedingly nice man."
Jimmy's eyes flashed.
"I suppose you've been encouraging him to come here and dangle after my wife. I thought I could trust you."