He drank, laughed, slid bottle and glass into a pocket and set his foot upon the clutch. . . .
An instant later they were before the broad steps.
At the top of the flight Elizabeth lifted her head.
“You see I’m crying, Dick.”
“Yes.”
“You’ve never seen that before.”
“Nerves, dear, nerves.”
My lady shook her head.
“And it’s not the beer, either,” she said shakily.
Pembury took off his hat and picked up her hand.