"Well—is there any hurry?" he asked.
"Lots! We are going to Fernshire next week, and the place is always full of young men. If you have anything really good in your mind I don't want to miss it."
He took up his cue and scored an excellent break. She followed suit, and he broke down at an easy cannon. Then he came over to her side.
"How do you like Mr. Brooks?" he asked, quietly.
"He seems a nice boy," she answered, lightly. He remained silent. Suddenly she looked up into his face, and clutched the sides of the table.
"You—you don't mean that?" she murmured, suddenly pale to the lips.
He led her to a chair. The game was over.
"Some day," he whispered, "I will tell you the whole story."
* * * * *
"Even to think of these things," Sybil said, softly, "makes us feel very selfish."