It’s a short little chapter where the narrator doesn’t learn anymore about the affair, but he does learn how to tolerate the presence of those from a lower class. If anything—so far—Cakes and Ale’s greatest strength is in Maugham’s deconstruction of the British class system. He’s enthralled with it as fodder and does a fantastic job presenting it. Otherwise, nothing happens. There are plans for the future and cards played. He’s so comfortable in the flashback, it’s unclear why he started in the present. Seems like pointless filler, which it might not have read like as a serial.