His head began to ache, and Mr. Mindon lay down on the bed. When he woke up, it was dark. He looked at his watch. Eight o’clock. Millicent must be dressing for dinner. They were supposed to go to Missus Targe’s house for dinner tonight. Well, Mr. Mindon thought, Millicent would have to go alone. Maybe she would ask Thomas Antrim to take her to the party! Mr. Mindon realized he was hungry. He left his room and walked down the stairs to the hotel dining room. The air — smelling of coffee and fried food — wrapped itself around his head. Mr. Mindon could not eat much of the food that the hotel waiter brought him. He went back to his room, feeling sick. He also felt hot and dirty in the clothing he had worn all day. He had never realized how much he loved his home! Someone knocked at his door. Mr. Mindon jumped to his feet. «Mindon?» a voice asked. «Are you there?» Mr. Mindon recognized that voice. It belonged to Laurence Meysy. Thirty years ago, Meysy had been very popular with women — especially with other men’s wives. As a young man he had interfered in many marriages. Now, in his old age, Laurence Meysy had become a kind of «marriage doctor.» He helped husbands and wives save their marriages. Mr. Mindon began to feel better as soon as Laurence Meysy walked into his hotel room. Two men followed him. One was Mr. Mindon’s rich uncle, Ezra Brownrigg. The other was the Reverend Doctor Bonifant, the minister of Saint Luke’s church where Mr. Mindon and his family prayed every Sunday. Mr. Mindon looked at the three men and felt very proud that they had come to help him. For the first time in his married life, Mr. Mindon felt as important as his wife Millicent.