"But there is no need for any such concealment," he said. "You may tell Sheila that if she likes to stay on with my aunt, so much the better; and I take it very kind of her that she went there, instead of going home or to a strange house."
"Am I to tell her that you mean to leave London?"
"Yes."
They went into the billiard-room. Mosenberg was not permitted to play, as he had not dined in the club, but Ingram and Lavender proceeded to have a game, the former being content to accept something like thirty in a hundred. It was speedily very clear that Lavender's heart was not in the contest. He kept forgetting which ball he had been playing, missing easy shots, playing a perversely wrong game, and so forth. And yet his spirits were not much downcast.
"Is Peter Hewetson still at Tarbert, do you know?" he asked of Ingram.
"I believe so. I heard of him lately. He and one or two more are there."
"I suppose you'll look in on them if you go North?"
"Certainly. The place is badly perfumed, but picturesque, and there is generally plenty of whisky about."
"When do you go North?"
"I don't know. In a week or two."