The brilliant and rapid smile had passed across his face, leaving no trace.
"What do you mean, Mr. Darrell?"
"I mean that I am going away to-morrow."
"For ever and ever?" Phyllis laughed, as she spoke, turning pale.
"For several months. I have important business in Paris."
"But you haven't finished my portrait, Mr. Darrell."
Sidney looked down, biting his lip.
"Shall you be able to finish it in time for the Grosvenor?"
"Possibly not."