Mr. Jarvis coughed.

“Of course,” he said, “as you went out with Mrs. Weatherley I suppose it’s none of my business as to your hours, but you must know that to come back from lunch at half-past three is most irregular, especially as you are practically junior in the place.”

“I quite agree with you,” Arnold assented, “but, you see, I really couldn’t help myself to-day.  I don’t suppose it is likely to happen again.  Is that all that you wanted to speak to me about?”

“Not altogether,” Mr. Jarvis admitted.  “To tell you the truth,” he went on, confidentially, “I wanted to ask you a question or two.”

“Well, look sharp, then,” Arnold said, good-humoredly.  “I dare say Mr. Weatherley will be getting impatient, and he probably saw me come in.”

“I want to ask you,” Mr. Jarvis began, impressively, “whether you noticed anything peculiar about the governor’s manner this morning?”

“I don’t think so—­not especially,” Arnold replied.

Mr. Jarvis took off his gold-rimmed spectacles and wiped them carefully.

“Mr. Weatherley,” he proceeded, “has always been a gentleman of very regular habits—­he and his father before him.  I have been in the service of the firm for thirty-five years, Mr. Chetwode, so you can understand that my interest is not merely a business one.”

“Quite so,” Arnold agreed, glancing at the man by his side with a momentary curiosity.  He had been in Tooley Street for four months, and even now he was still unused to the close atmosphere, the pungent smells, the yellow fog which seemed always more or less to hang about in the streets; the dark, cavernous-looking warehouse with its gloomy gas-jets always burning.  From where they were standing at that moment, the figures of the draymen and warehousemen moving backwards and forwards seemed like phantoms in some subterranean world.  It was odd to think of thirty-five years spent amid such surroundings!

“It is a long time,” he remarked.

Mr. Jarvis nodded.

“I mention it,” he said, “so that you may understand that my remarks to you are not dictated by curiosity or impertinence.  Mr. Weatherley’s behavior and mode of life has been entirely changed, Chetwode, since his marriage.”

“I can understand that,” Arnold replied, with a faint smile.  What, indeed, had so beautiful a creature as Fenella to do with Samuel Weatherley of Tooley Street!

“Mrs. Weatherley,” Mr. Jarvis continued, “is, no doubt, a very beautiful and accomplished lady.  Whether she is a suitable wife for Mr. Weatherley I am not in a position to judge, never having had the opportunity of speech with her, but as regards the effect of his marriage upon Mr. Weatherley, I should like you to understand, Chetwode, at once, that it is my opinion, and the opinion of all of us, and of all his business friends, that a marked change for the worse in Mr. Weatherley has set in during the last few months.”