"I will, of course, if you're sure——"
"I'm quite sure. Christine likes you."
"Very well."
Sangster kept his eyes downbent; somehow he could not meet Jimmy's just then.
"And you—what are you going to do?" he asked presently.
"I shall go back to my old rooms for a time, and take Costin with me; he'll be pleased, anyway, with the new arrangement. It was really funny the way he tried to congratulate me when I told him I was going to be married——" He broke off, remembering that afternoon, and the way Cynthia had come into the room as they were talking.
He would never see her again; never meet the seductive pleading of her eyes any more; never hear her laughing voice calling to him, "Jimmy dear."
The thought was intolerable. He moved restlessly in his chair; the sweat broke out on his forehead.
"My God! it seems impossible that she's dead," he said hoarsely.
Sangster did not look up.