Hence his sudden disappearance."
"But he is coming back again," Philippa reminded her husband.
"Perhaps!"
Philippa signified her desire that her husband should remain a little
behind with her. They walked side by side up the gravel path.
Philippa kept her hands clasped behind her.
"To leave the subject of Mr. Lessingham for a time," she began, "I
feel very reluctant to ask for explanations of anything you do, but
I must confess to a certain curiosity as to why I should find you
lunching at the Canton with two very beautiful ladies, a few days
ago, when you left here with Jimmy Dumble to fish for whiting; and
also why you return here on a trawler which belongs to another part
of the coast?"
Sir Henry made a grimace.
"I was beginning to wonder whether curiosity was dead," he observed
good-humouredly. "If you wouldn't mind giving me another--well,
to be on the safe side let us say eight days--I think I shall be
able to offer you an explanation which you will consider satisfactory."
"Thank you," Philippa rejoined, with cold surprise; "I see no reason
why you should not answer such simple questions at once."
Sir Henry sighed deprecatingly, and made another vain attempt to take
his wife's arm.
"Philippa, be a little brick," he begged. "I know I seem to have
been playing the part of a fool just lately, but there has been a
sort of reason for it.
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