"What are you going to do to-morrow, then?" she asked. "Will you call for me in the morning and go to church with me?"
"I don't think I shall stir out to-morrow," he said, "I feel rather out of sorts; and I fancy I may try what a day in bed will do."
"How can you expect to be well if you sit up all night playing cards?" she demanded, with reason on her side. "However, there's to be no more of that now. So you won't come in—not for a quarter of an hour?"
She rang the bell.
"Oh, Lionel, by the way, do you think Jim should know?" she asked, with her eyes cast down in maiden modesty.
"Just as you like," he answered.
"Why, you don't seem to take any interest!" she exclaimed, with a pout. "I wonder what Percy Miles will say when he hears of it. Oh, my goodness, I'm afraid to think!"
"What he will say won't matter very much," Lionel remarked, indifferently.
"Poor boy! I'm sorry for him," she said, apparently with a little compunction, perhaps even regret.
The door was opened by her brother.