Thus adjured, Lily turned her eyes on the spectacle which was affording Mr. Dorset such legitimate mirth. It certainly appeared, as he said, that Mrs. Dorset was the more active participant in the scene: her neighbour seemed to receive her advances with a temperate zest which did not distract him from his dinner. The sight restored Lily’s good humour, and knowing the peculiar disguise which Mr. Dorset’s marital fears assumed, she asked gaily: “Aren’t you horribly jealous of her?”
Dorset greeted the sally with delight. “Oh, abominably — you’ve just hit it — keeps me awake at night. The doctors tell me that’s what has knocked my digestion out — being so infernally jealous of her. — I can’t eat a mouthful of this stuff, you know,” he added suddenly, pushing back his plate with a clouded coun
