"Well, Yorke, back again," he said, holding out his hand. "I was just on the point of telling Grey to pack up."
Yorke started.
"What, tired of Portmaris already, Dolph?" he said.
The duke sighed.
"About five minutes is long enough for me anywhere. There is only one place I shall not get weary of—the grave. But this isn't a very cheerful greeting, Yorke. What's the news?"
"Oh, nothing! I saw Lang"—this was the duke's agent—"and told him what you wanted done, and——."
"Oh, thanks!" said the duke, indifferently; "and you have had a pleasant time, I hope? Did you see Eleanor?"
Yorke nodded.
"Yes, oh, yes; had luncheon there. She's very well. What a lovely sunset to-night! 'Pon my word, this is a jolly little place."
"Jolly, is it?" said the duke, eyeing him keenly.