"In an hour's time, gentlemen," pursued Sir Jasper, "we shall write 'finis' to a more or less interesting incident, and I beg of you, in that hour, to remember my prophecy—that it would be a glorious day, later."
Mr. Chester filled a glass, and crossing to the speaker, tendered it to him without a word; as for Selby, he stood stolidly enough, his hands thrust truculently beneath his coat-tails, frowning at me.
"Come," said Mr. Chester persuasively, "Just a bracer!" Sir Jasper shook his head, but next moment reached out a white, unsteady hand, and raised the brandy to his lips; yet as he drank, I saw the spirit slop over, and trickle from his chin.
"Thanks, Chester," said he, returning the empty glass; "is it time we started yet?"
"It's just half-past seven," answered Mr. Chester, consulting his watch, "and I'm rather hazy as to the exact place."
"Deepdene Wood," said Sir Jasper dreamily.
"You know the place?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Then we may as well start, if you are ready?"
"Yes, it will be cool and fresh, outside."