It said:
Come to the studio at five. High jinks.
Oliver Haddo
'Margaret was married to Mr Haddo this morning,' said Arthur, quietly. 'I
understand they have gone to England.'
Susie quickly told the doctor the few facts they knew. He was as
surprised, as distressed, as they.
'But what is the explanation of it all?' he asked.
Arthur shrugged his shoulders wearily.
'She cared for Haddo more than she cared for me, I suppose. It is
natural enough that she should go away in this fashion rather than offer
explanations. I suppose she wanted to save herself a scene she thought
might be rather painful.'
'When did you see her last?'
'We spent yesterday evening together.'
'And did she not show in any way that she contemplated such a step?'
Arthur shook his head.
'You had no quarrel?'
'We've never quarrelled. She was in the best of spirits. I've never seen
her more gay. She talked the whole time of our house in London, and of
the places we must visit when we were married.'
Another contraction of pain passed over his face as he remembered that
she had been more affectionate than she had ever been before.
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