Poor Janet!  She still loved her husband as much as she had done in the days when he, the absent-minded, gentle, refined scholar, made his way into her heart.  Nay, in a sense, she loved him more, for he had become entirely dependent on her.  But though she loved and admired him, she no longer relied on him, as she had once done; he had a queer way of failing her at the big moments of life, and now, to-day, she felt it too bad of him to shirk the moment of Godfrey Radmore’s return.  His presence would have made everything easier, for he had never admitted either to himself or her, that Godfrey had behaved in a strange or untoward manner.

As she turned over the leaves of a nursery-man’s catalogue and gazed at the list of plants and bulbs she could not afford to buy, long-forgotten scenes crowded on her memory.

Radmore had been the violent, unreasonable element in the painful episode, for Betty had behaved well, almost too well.  The girl would have thrown in her lot with her lover, but both her father and step-mother had been agonised at the thought of trusting her to a man—­and so very young a man—­who had made such a failure of his life.  That he was going out to Australia practically penniless—­nay, worse than penniless, saddled with debts of so-called honour—­had been, or so they had judged at the time, entirely his own fault.

John Tosswill, who had a very clear and acute mind when any abstract question was under discussion, had told Betty plainly that she would only be a dangerous hindrance to a man situated as Radmore would be situated in a new country, and she had submitted to her father’s judgment.

But how ironical are the twists and turns of life!  If only they had known what the future was to bring forth, how differently Betty’s father and step-mother would have acted!  Yet now to-day, Janet tried to tell herself that Betty had had a happy escape.  Godfrey had been like a bull in the net during those painful days nine years ago.  He had shown himself utterly unreasonable, and especially angry, nay enraged, with her, Janet, because he had been foolish enough to hope that she would take his part against Betty’s father.

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Acting on a sudden impulse, she went upstairs, and, feeling a little ashamed of what she was doing, went into the room which was to be Godfrey Radmore’s.  Then she walked across to where stood Timmy’s play-box, in order to find the letter which Betty’s one-time lover had written to his godson.

The play-box had been George’s play-box in the days of his preparatory school, and it still had his name printed across it.

She turned up the wooden lid.  Everything in the box was very tidy, for Timmy was curiously grown-up in some of his ways, and so she very soon found the letter she was seeking for.