at him in a despondent sort of way. Her grey eyes were clouded.
"Halloa, old thing," said Archie. "What's up?"
Lucille sighed wearily.
"Archie, darling, do you know any really good swear-words?"
"Well," said Archie, reflectively, "let me see. I did pick up a few tolerably ripe and breezy expressions out in France. All through my military career there was something about me—some subtle magnetism, don't you know, and that sort of thing—that seemed to make colonels and blighters of that order rather inventive. I sort of inspired them, don't you know. I remember one brass-hat addressing me for quite ten minutes, saying something new all the time. And even then he seemed to think he had only touched the fringe of the subject. As a matter of fact, he said straight out in the most frank and confiding way that mere words couldn't do justice to me. But why?"
"Because I want to relieve my feelings."
"Anything wrong?"
"Everything's wrong. I've just been having tea with Bill and his Mabel."
"Oh, ah!" said Archie, interested. "And what's the verdict?"
"Guilty!" said Lucilla "And the sentence, if I had anything to do with it, would be transportation for life." She peeled off her gloves irritably. "What fools men are! Not you, precious! You're the only man in the world that isn't, it seems to me. You did marry a nice girl, didn't you? You didn't go running round after females with crimson hair, goggling at them with your
