“How are you going about it for us?” he said.

“We will see if Duncan will consent to figure as corespondent: then we must get Clifford to divorce Connie: and you must go on with your divorce, and you must both keep apart till you are free.”

“Sounds like a lunatic asylum.”

“Possibly! And the world would look on you as lunatics: or worse.”

“What is worse?”

“Criminals, I suppose.”

“Hope I can plunge in the dagger a few more times yet,” he said grinning. Then he was silent, and angry.