They left Sangster's rooms and went to Jimmy's.
"I asked Christine to come here the other day," Jimmy said with a short laugh as he fitted his key in the door. "She wouldn't, of course."
"Why not?"
"Because Cynthia had been here." He looked away from his friend's
eyes. "I don't blame her. She'll never understand the difference.
That—that other—— I wonder how it ever came about at all now, when
I look back."
Sangster followed him silently.
"I shall give the d——d place up," Jimmy said sullenly. "I can't afford to keep it on really; and if she won't come here——"
Sangster made no comment. Jimmy put his hat down on the table and went over to the sideboard for whisky and glasses.
"Don't be a fool, Jimmy," said Sangster.
He shrugged his shoulders when Jimmy told him to mind his own business.
He turned away.
"Here's a telegram," he said suddenly.