The Zeppelin's Passenger
Sir Henry was in a pleasant and expansive humour that evening. The new cook was an
unqualified success, and he was conscious of having dined exceedingly well. He sat in a
comfortable easy-chair before a blazing wood fire, he had just lit one of his favourite
brand of cigarettes, and his wife, whom he adored, was seated only a few feet away.
"Quite a remarkable change in Helen," he observed. "She was in the depths of depression
when I went away, and to-night she seems positively cheerful."
"Helen varies a great deal," Philippa reminded turn.
"Still, to-night, I must say, I should have expected to have found her more depressed than
ever," Sir Henry went on. "She hoped so much from your to London, and you apparently
"Nothing at all."
"And you have had no letters?"
"Then Helen's high spirits, I suppose, are only part of woman's natural inconsistency. -
"I am glad to be at home. I am glad to see you sitting there. I know you are nursing up
something, some little thunderbolt to launch at me. Won't you launch it and let's get it
Philippa laid down the hook which she had been reading, and turned to face her husband.
He made a little grimace.
"Don't look so severe," he begged. "You frighten me before you begin."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but my face probably reflects my feelings. I am hurt and grieved
and disappointed in you, Henry."
"That's a good start, anyway," he groaned.
"We have been married six years," Philippa went on, "and I admit at once that I have
been very happy. Then the war came. You know quite well, Henry, that especially at that
time I was very, very fond of you, yet it never occurred to me for a moment but that, like
every other woman, I should have to lose my husband for a time. - Stop, please," she
insisted, as he showed signs of interrupting. "I know quite well that it was through my
persuasions you retired so early, but in those days there was no thought of war, and I
always had it in my mind that if trouble came you would find your way back to where