"Every one knows that," grinned Toltby, "except the husband."
"Yes, the husband is generally the last to find out these things," remarked Pelk drily; and the conversation ended.
Meanwhile Rolleston and Keith were playing their game of billiards, a pastime in which the former was an adept, and soon defeated Keith, who threw down his cue in half anger.
"You always win," he said pettishly; "it's no use playing with you."
"Oh, yes, it is," said Felix cheerfully. "I know I'm a good player, so if you play with me it will improve you very much--that remark sounds conceited, but it's true--come and have another game."
"Not to-night," replied Keith; "I've got to keep my appointment with Mortimer--it's no use waiting for Lazarus."
"Oh, yes, it is," cried a new voice, and Lazarus made his appearance at the door of the billiard-room. "I'm sorry for having kept you waiting, but it was unavoidable. I'll tell you all about it as we walk up."
"All right," replied Keith, and turned to go, followed by Ezra, who nodded to Rolleston.
"Good-night," cried that gentleman, making a cannon. "Good luck be with you."
"Amen," responded Keith laughing, and disappeared with Ezra.