"Wait a bit. Come and dine with me to-night!"
"I can't, Henry!" Henry made an angry gesture. "Don't be hurt," Marsh went on quickly. "I have things to attend to. You see, I didn't know you were here. I'm on my way now to a ... a committee meeting. I'll come and see you to-morrow, if I can manage it. I'll lunch with you somewhere!"
"All right. I'll meet you here at one, and we'll lunch at the Shelbourne. By the way, John, aren't there some races on Monday?"
"Yes ... at Fairyhouse!"
"Well, couldn't we go to them? I've never seen a horse-race in my life!..."
"I don't think I can manage that, Henry!..."
"Oh, damn you, you can't manage anything. Well, all right, I'll see you to-morrow!"
"Good-bye, then!..."
He went off, leaving Henry on the bridge staring after him, and as he went towards the Grafton Street gate, there was something slightly incongruous about his look.
"I know what it is," Henry said to himself. "His coat's too big for him. He always did wear things that didn't fit him!"