They spent a considerable time on the terrace in front of the house. It was a sheltered spot, and the sunshine that day was generous.
"This place is doing you good," Nap remarked presently. "You are considerably stronger than you were."
"I believe I am," Lucas answered. "I sleep better."
He had just seated himself on a stone bench that overlooked the lake. His eyes followed the darting figures of the skaters with a certain intentness.
Nap leaned upon the balustrade and watched him. "Why don't you see Capper again?" he asked suddenly.
The millionaire's gaze gradually lost its intentness and grew remote. "I am afraid he is on the wrong side of the Atlantic," he said.
"You can cable to him."
"Yes, I know." Slowly Lucas raised his eyes to his brother's face. "I can have him over to tell me what he told me before—that I haven't the recuperative strength essential to make his double operation a success."
"He may tell you something different this time." Nap spoke insistently, with the energy of one not accustomed to accept defeat.
Lucas was silent.