“Oh, all right,” said Charlie crossly, “we’ll go after tea.”
Anything seemed better than this rallying mood of Mrs. Marland’s.
Presently the two young men went off together to play a game at billiards; but after half a dozen strokes Charlie plumped down in a chair.
“I say, Calder, old chap, how do you feel?” he asked.
Calder licked his cigar meditatively.
“Better,” said he at last.
“Oh!”
“And you?”
“Worse—worse every day. I can’t stand it, old chap. I shall go back.”
“What, to her?”