CHAPTER V.
A COMPACT.
After dinner Warren Lane complained of fatigue, and lay down.
“I will talk with you to-morrow, Wentworth,” he said. “To-day I am too tired.”
“Very well,” assented Wentworth with some reluctance. “But I ought not to remain here longer than to-morrow. My business requires me at home.”
“To-morrow, then!” said Lane drowsily.
“Shall we take a walk?” asked Wentworth, directing the question to Gerald.
“I don’t think I ought to leave my father. He doesn’t seem at all well.”
“But you left him this morning.”