myself," she admitted simply, "but when I think of the number of other women who would have to have it, and who don't yet look at life seriously at all, I think we are better as we are.  Is it my fancy," she went on, a little abruptly, "or are you really troubled about the return of--of Richard Vont?"

"As usual, Marcia," he said, "you show a somewhat extraordinary perception where I am concerned.  I am, as you know, not subject to presentiments, and I have no exact apprehension of what the word fear may mean.  At the same time, you are right.  I do view the return of this man with a feeling which you, as a novelist, might be able to analyse, but which I, as a layman, unused to fresh sentiments, find puzzling.  You remember what a famous Frenchman wrote in his memoirs, suddenly, across one blank page of his journal--'To-day I feel that a great change is coming.'"

She smiled reassuringly.

"Personally," she told him, "I believe that it is just the call of England to a man who lived very near the soil--her heart.  I think he wants the smell of spring flowers, the stillness of an English autumn, the winds of February in the woods he was brought up in.  It is a form of heart-sickness, you know.  I have felt it myself so often.  It is scarcely possible that after all these years he is still nursing that bitter hatred of us both."

The car had reached the great building in which Marcia's club was situated.  The Marquis handed her out.

"I trust that you are right," he remarked.  "You will allow me to leave the car for you?"

She shook her head.

"There are so many women here with whom I want to talk," she said.  "I may even stay and dine.  And would you mind not coming until Wednesday?  Tomorrow I must work all day at an article which has to be typed and catch the Wednesday's boat for America."

"Exactly as you wish," he assented.

She waved her hand to him and ran lightly up the steps.  The Marquis threw himself back in his car and hesitated.  The footman was waiting for an address, and his august master was suddenly conscious that the skies were very grey, that a slight rain was falling, and that there was nowhere very much he wanted to go.  The man waited with an immovable face.

"To--the club.""I should have imagined," the former said severely, "that my habits are well-known to the members 

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