"What has he got?" inquired Brett, lowering his voice as though he feared that Marion might overhear him, though she was not in the room.
"Is that all?" asked the younger man almost indignantly.
Vanbrugh smiled faintly at the question.
"I am rather proud of it," he answered, "considering that I defended the case."
"True, I forgot." Brett began to walk up and down again.
Dolly looked at Vanbrugh and nodded to him with a little smile as though in approval of what he had done. He seemed pleased and grateful.
"You must be dreadfully tired," she said. "Do let me give you some tea."
"Thanks—I should like some—but some one ought to tell Mrs. Darche. Shall I? Where is she?"
"I will tell her," said Brett stopping suddenly. "I will send a message and she will come down to the drawing-room."