"Thank you, old boy."
Julian fidgetted about rather uneasily, touching the ornaments on the mantelpiece, opening and shutting his silver cigarette-case with a click. It was obvious that he felt restless and dissatisfied. Then he said:
"Well, are we going to—"
"Surely you don't mean to say that you came here to-night to persuade me into doing again what we both decided not to do any more?" asked Valentine.
"I came to try," Julian replied with decision.
He looked at Valentine and then added:
"And do you know I have been thinking, especially to-day, that you were of the same mind as I."
"How?"
"That you wanted to sit again as much as I did."
"But I don't know Marr," Valentine said, with unusual sarcasm.