Urquhart looked pained. There was a slight pause.
“Fond of bicycling?” asked Sylvester, cheerily.
Again came the pitying smile over the face of the young semi-millionaire.
“I know so little of the things one does with one's body,” he said.
“Better learn,” said Sylvester. “Capital exercise. Shakes up your liver, you know.”
Here he was carried off by Lady Milmo, who was dying to introduce him to somebody.
“Do you understand all the things they talk about here?” he asked.
Lady Milmo regarded him with a twinkling eye.
“God bless your soul, no,” she said.
“I suppose they're all exceedingly clever?”