"What an enthusiast you are," remarked Hora. "If you go on at this rate, there will be nothing left for you to do."
"I hate being idle," remarked the young man.
"Never fear, never fear," said Hora, "I have no doubt you will manage to amuse yourself. You did so last night, did you not?"
Although the question was asked carelessly, the young man flushed slightly as he answered: "Tolerably well."
"Only tolerably well?" asked Hora, "and yet you postponed your enterprise until almost too late, for only 'tolerable' amusement."
"Admitted, Commandatore," answered Guy gaily, "the adverb is not sufficient. To tell the truth, I met some very pleasant people, and the time passed swiftly."
Myra sprung the next question.
"Who were they, Guy? Anyone I have met?"
"No," he answered. "A Captain and Mrs. Marven and——"
He did not get to the end of his sentence. Lynton Hora had risen from his chair and interrupted him: "Who did you say? Say the name again," he cried hoarsely.