The strange seizure returned,--exile, danger, incomprehensibility, settled down upon him, cold and steady as the rain.

Tea, at Heywood's house, was followed by tobacco, tobacco by sherry, and this by a dinner from yesterday's game-bag.

The two men said little, sitting dejected, as if by agreement.

But when Heywood rose, he changed into gayety as a man slips on a jacket.
"Now, then, for the masked ball! I mean, we can't carry these long faces to the club, can we?
Ladies' Night--what larks!" He caught up his cap, with a grimace.

"The Lord loveth a cheerful liar.