My eyes looked ahead at the end of the chapter and it appears the next one returns to the present. So this two page chapter will have to hold me as far as Maugham’s gentle, nostalgic look back at the narrator’s teens. There’s no resolution on any open mysteries, just added ones as the author and his wife have run off. It’s not even a good chapter about it. Maugham could’ve easily made it more amusing, instead he’s rushing through. Meanwhile, I’m terrified Cakes and Ale is going to crumble and sour from here out. The charm’s not in the present-day narrator, the charm’s in the teenaged one.