CHAPTER II.
Cecil came face to face with his brother in the room where refreshments were being dispensed by solemn-looking footmen and trim parlour-maids.
He stared at him for a moment in surprise.
"What on earth are you doing here, Andrew ?" he asked.
"Exactly what I was wondering myself," Andrew answered, setting down his empty glass.

"I met Bellamy Smith this afternoon in Bond Street, and he asked me to dine, without saying anything about this sort of show afterwards.

By the by, Cecil," he added, "what are you doing in town?
I thought you said that you were not coming up until the late autumn." "No more I am, for any length of time," Cecil answered.

"I am up for the day, back to-morrow.

There were one or two things I wanted, and it was easier to come up and see about them than to write." "Is Forrest still with you ?" Andrew asked.
Cecil hesitated, and his brother had an unpleasant conviction that for a moment he was uncertain whether to tell the truth or no.
"Yes!" Cecil answered, "he is still there.