to Hun prisoners during the war, since I was at school. I don't think it's my line, but the screw's fair, and it ought to be interesting, and besides, there aren't too many things going for a pore cripple. I like Cecil Teal, in spite of his name."
"When do you go?" Madame Claire asked.
"In three weeks. Do you think Judy'll be back?"
"I'm certain she'll come back."
"That's all right, then. Well, I must be off. Coming my way, Eric? I'm going to the club."
As they were leaving, Madame Claire called Noel back.
"Noel, tell Connie that I want to see her to-morrow or the next day. As soon as she's recovered. And, Eric, you'll let me know about Louise, won't you? She's not to go without saying good-by to me . . . if she does go."
"Oh, she's going," he said. "My wife," he explained, turning to Noel, "finds life with me intolerable."
"Well, there's divorce, thank Heaven!" Noel said. "I always feel about marriage and divorce the way I feel about those illuminated signs in theaters—the exits, you know, in case of fire. One simply wouldn't go into a theater unless they were there."
