Her thin, long face, between the great black ear-bosses, looked at him thoughtfully, without rancour. "Nicky," she said, "Alfred Orde-Jones slept with me last night." And he said, simply and quietly, "Very well, Desmond; then I shall leave you. You can keep the flat, and I or my father will make you an allowance. I shan't divorce you, but I won't live with you."