lived a whole lot more if you'd stuck to Humphries and brought up a family."
She threw him an appealing look.
"You might remember that it's my birthday," she protested.
"Jove, that's so. And I'm hungry. Let's start walking toward Claridge's."
"Walk? It's too far. We must have a taxi."
"No, we mustn't. Great Scott, Connie, we've only walked half a mile or so. What'll you do in the next war?"
"Well, be nice to me then." She gave in as she usually did. "You know I'm horribly worried. I may have to go back to Chiozzi almost any day. If he finds out where I am"
"Nonsense. He can't make you go. You ought to divorce the little beast. I don't call that a marriage. And anyway, one more scandal won't matter much."
"I'm afraid of him."
"Has he any money of his own, or are you supporting him?"
"Oh, he has money of his own, but he's gambled away most of it. He gambled away most of mine, too. I didn't know how to stop it. Morton Freeman ought to have tied it up in some way,
