The Earl did not speak for a moment or so; then he stepped forward and held out his hand.
"I sincerely hope you will," he said; "if ever a man deserved a good wife, you are he."
THE COUNT HELD A HEAVY STICK IN HIS HAND, BUT THE WALLET SLIPPED TO THE GROUND.
Winn grasped the proffered hand.
"Thank you," he replied, simply.
"By Jove," continued the Earl, with a glance at the clock, "I didn't notice that it was so late! Shall we be going to bed?"
Winn had turned to the window and drawn aside the curtains. He passed a hand restlessly over his forehead.
"I think, if you don't mind, I will smoke a last cigar on the terrace. I don't feel sleepy, and the air will do me good. But please go on yourself. I know my way about perfectly."
The Earl demurred.