It will be every afternoon for a week, you know. Then you are
qualified, and we might send for you at any time if we were short."
"I should come," she said.
A coach passed by, with its brilliant load of women in bright gowns and
picture hats, and two or three immaculate men. They both looked up, and
followed it with their eyes.
"Lord Arranmore," Sybil exclaimed, "and that is the Duchess of
Eversleigh with him on the box. It doesn't seem--the same man, does
it?"
Brooks smiled a little bitterly.
"The same man," he repeated. "No!"
They were silent for a few moments. Then Sybil turned towards him with
a little impetuous movement.
"Come," she said, "let us talk about yourself now. What are you going
to do?"
"To do?" he repeated, vaguely. "Why--"
"About your health, of course. You admitted a few minutes ago that you
had been to see your doctor."
"Why--I suppose I must ease up a little."
"Of course you must. When will you come and dine quietly with us in
Berkeley Square, and go to the theatre?"
He shook his head.
"It is kind of you," he said, "but--"
"When will you come and have tea with me, then?"
He set his teeth.
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