He paused.
She kept the high-bred mare to a walk.
"But will you not be glad to go?" she asked. "It must be dull here, as I said. You must have so many friends who—who will be glad to see you, and whom you will be glad to see."
He smiled cynically.
"Friends!" he said grimly. "Has any one many friends? And how many of the people I know will, I wonder, be glad to see me? They will find it pleasant to pity me."
"Pity you! Why?" she asked, her beautiful eyes turned on him with surprise.
Drake bit his lip.
"Well, I've had a piece of bad luck lately," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" murmured Nell.
He laughed grimly.