"But it will be a pleasure to Kit," said Jack. "Don't, for God's sake, be always thinking about doing good, Toby! Oh, it maddens me!"
Toby disengaged the coated arm, and leaned against the hall-table.
"I shouldn't know what to say," he replied.
"You needn't know; just go and see her." Jack spoke with some earnestness. "Go and see her," he went on. "I can't, and I must know how she is. Toby, I believe you are sorry for both of us. Well, if that is so, I am sure Kit would like to see you, and certainly I want you to go. She was asking for you, her maid told me, an hour ago."
"I'm a damned awkward sort of fellow," said Toby. "Suppose she begins to talk, God knows what I shall say."
"She won't; I know her better than you."
Toby put his hat down, and drew off a glove.
"Very well," he said. "Send for her maid."
Jack laid his hand on Toby's arm.
"You're a good fellow, Toby," he said, "and may God preserve you from the fate of your brother!"