"Girls will be girls," sighed Gartside.
"A gay cavalry major, with that way they have in the army, made a flying descent on Deauville. He'd been seen about with her in London quite enough to cause comment. Good-natured friends asked Wylton why he was vegetating in Pesth when he might be in Deauville; he came, he saw, he stayed in the self same hotel as his wife...."
"Which curiously enough had been already chosen by the gay cavalry major."
Culling shook his head over the innate depravity of human nature.
"You see the finish?" he inquired rhetorically. "They say the senior partner in Morgan and Travers had a seizure when Wylton had finished the last batch of cases in his own department, and strolled into the private office to instruct proceedings for a petition."
"Six days ago, decree nisi was granted," said Gartside.
"Scene in Court: President expressing sympathy with Petitioner," murmured Culling, with quick pencil already at work on the blotting-pad.
I lit a cigar to clear my head.
"Where does the Seraph come in?" I persisted like a man with an idée fixe.
"In the sequel," said Gartside. "There is a right way of doing everything, also a wrong. When one is divorced, one hides one's diminished head...."