"He's so confoundedly slow," answered Leycester, brushing away at his hair, which the valet had already arranged, and tugging at a refractory scarf. "I haven't a moment to lose."
"May one ask whence this haste?" said Lord Charles, with a smile.
Leycester colored slightly.
"I've half a mind to tell you, Charlie," he said, "but I can't. I'd better keep it to myself."
"I'm glad of it," retorted Lord Charles. "I'm sure it's some piece of madness, and if you told me, you'd want me to take a hand in it."
"But that's just it," said Leycester, with a laugh. "You've got to take a hand in it, old fellow."
"Oh!"
Leycester nodded and clapped him on the shoulder, with a musical laugh.
"The best of you, Charlie," he said, "is, that one can always rely on you."