Chapter 13

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌⁠Philippa leaned back in her place.

“Exactly what do you mean by that, Mr. Lessingham?” she demanded.

He shook himself free from a curious sense of unreality, and turned towards her.

“I must confess,” he said, “that sometimes your husband puzzles me.”

“Not nearly so much as he puzzles me,” Philippa retorted, a little bitterly.

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌⁠“Has he always been so desperately interested in deep-sea fishing?”

Philippa s