CHAPTER LIX.
VANE TREVOR SEES MISS VIOLET.
Next morning William was surprised by a visit from Vane Trevor.
“Just dropped in to see how you are, old fellow, this morning.”
“Very good of you,” rejoined William with ironical gravity.
“Well, but are you well—is there anything wrong?” inquired Vane, who was struck by his friend’s savage and distracted looks.
“Nothing—I’m quite well; what could go wrong with a fellow so magnificently provided for? The Lord of Gilroyd, with such lots of small talk, and fine friends, and lavender gloves, and clothes cut so exquisitely in the fashion,” and William laughed rather horribly.
“Well, I admit you might get better traps, and if you like decent clothes why the devil don’t you?”