In the small hours of the morning the meeting broke up, and Villiers, the Major, Tommy, and a few more of the choicer spirits adjourned to Wyck's rooms to finish with a few hours' card-playing.
CHAPTER II.
CONFIDENCES.
Some time after mid-day the next morning, Wyck awoke with the unpleasant sensation that his head was of abnormal size, his throat very dry, and altogether he felt and looked extremely seedy. A brandy-and-soda and a cold tub eased him somewhat, and he managed to get through his dressing and lounge daintily through his breakfast. A knock at the door was followed by the entrance of Tommy.
"How do, old boy; head a bit thick?" was that youthful spark's airy greeting, as he coolly settled himself in an easy-chair.
"A trifle, thanks. How's yours? Help yourself," he said, as he pushed the brandy-decanter towards him.
"Thanks. I feel in want of a pick-me-up," and Tommy helped himself to a stiff nobbler of brandy.
Wyck and Tommy were fast friends, though of such opposite dispositions. Wyck liked his companion's light and jovial manner, and Tommy liked Wyck's pocket.
"What sort of a cruise did you have, Tommy, while you were away?" asked Wyck.