They were making their way towards the house when they heard the car drive up to the front door, and before they reached the windows of the dining-room, Randal Bellamy turned the corner.
Amaryllis stood apart watching with a certain curiosity the meeting of the brothers.
The elder's face was beaming with welcome, the younger's she could not see, but something in his bearing suggested a pleasure no less. All she heard, however, was: "Hullo, young 'un!" and "Hullo, Bill!"
And, when they came towards her, the expression of the two faces was that of men who, having breakfasted together, had met again at luncheon.
"Somebody's forestalled my solemn introduction, I see," said Randal.
"Gorgon performed the ceremony," said Amaryllis.
CHAPTER IV.
COFFEE.
Randal Bellamy at fifty was the most successful patent lawyer of his day. He had taken silk before he was forty, and for many years had enjoyed, not only the largest practice, but a distinction unrivalled in his own country and unsurpassed in the world.