Wanning strolled aimlessly after her into the reception room.
“I think he is just right for it, Florence,” put in Mrs. Wanning.
Wanning lingered behind his wife, looking at her in the mirror.
When the maid appeared at the door, Wanning went out through the bathroom to his own sleeping chamber.
When Wanning went down to dinner he found his wife already at her chair, and the ...