“So you think,” he remarked, “that I may yet have in me the making of a sentimentalist.”
Aynesworth returned his gaze as steadfastly.
“One can never tell,” he answered. “You may change, of course. I hope that you will.”
“You are candid, at any rate!”
“I do not think,” Aynesworth answered, “that there is any happiness in life for the man who lives entirely apart from his fellow creatures. Not to feel is not to live. I think that the first real act of kindness which you feel prompted to perform will mark the opening of a different life for you.”
Wingrave spread out the newspaper.
“I think,” he said, with a faint sneer, “that it is quite time you took this sea voyage.”
THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES
Mr. Lumley Barrington, K.C. and M.P., was in the act of stepping into his carriage to drive down to the House, when he was intercepted by a message. It was his wife’s maid, who came hurrying out after him.