A man-servant answering the bell, the artist said, “Take Captain Hammerton’s portmanteau into the blue room.”
“Yes, sir,” said the man.
“Of course you will make a short stay here,” said Arthur, once more addressing his friend.
“I will not leave you to-day at any rate,” said Lionel. “May I smoke?”
“Of course you may,” said Arthur, opening the old cupboard by the fireplace and producing cigars and lights.
“How familiar the old room looks,” said Lionel. “You have made no change here.”
“No,” said Arthur; “none was required.”
“You are changed, Arthur—changed for the better. You seem to have lost some of your quiet dreamy nature. There is more animation in your step and in your voice. How well you look!”
“Yes, thank God, I am well,” said Arthur.
“Success in all things—success in your profession—success in love,” said Lionel; “you should look well and happy. By heavens, Arthur, I envy you!”