It seemed that Roland's uneasiness had been shown by his not turning in till about two.
'Good heavens!—you didn't stay there till that time?' asked Dick, with an air of outraged propriety that would have amused him very much in anyone else. 'How old Stanley must have cursed you!'
'Oh, no; we left there at eleven.'
'We? You didn't take Miss Stanley for a walk on the Embankment, I presume?'
'No such luck. Didn't I tell you? I met an awfully jolly fellow there—a Russian beggar—a real Nihilist and a count, and we went and had a smoke together.'
'My dear fellow, all exiled Russians are Nihilists, and most of them are counts.'
'Oh, no; he really is. I only found out he was a count quite by chance.'
'What's made old Stanley take up with him? Not community of political sentiments, I guess?'
'Oh, no; he saved the old boy from being smashed by some runaway horses, and of course he's earned his everlasting gratitude. I didn't like him much at first, but when you come to talk to him you find he's got a lot in him. I'm sure you'll like him when you see him.'