ForMaisie’ssake，andtosoothetheself—respectthatitseemedtohimhelosteachSunday，hewouldnotconsciouslyturnoutbadstuff，but，sinceMaisiedidnotcareevenforhisbest，itwerebetternottodoanythingatallsavewaitandmarktimebetweenSundayandSunday。Torpenhowwasdisgustedastheweekswentbyfruitless，andthenattackedhimoneSundayeveningwhenDickfeltutterlyexhaustedafterthreehours’
bitingself—restraintinMaisie’spresence。TherewasLanguage，andTorpenhowwithdrewtoconsulttheNilghai，whohadcomeittotalkcontinentalpolitics。
’Bone—idle，ishe？Careless，andtouchedinthetemper？’saidtheNilghai。
’Itisn’tworthworryingover。Dickisprobablyplayingthefoolwithawoman。’
’Isn’tthatbadenough？’