"He would scarcely be such a constant visitor if you didn't." Avery smiled faintly and not very humorously in the darkness.

"It is Jeanie he comes to see," she observed.
"Oh, obviously." Tudor's retort was so ironical as to be almost rude.
She received it in silence, and after a moment he made a half-grudging amendment.
"He never showed any interest in Jeanie before, you know.

I don't think she is the sole attraction." "No ?" said Avery.
Her response was perfectly courteous, but so vague that it sounded to Lennox Tudor as if she were thinking of something else.

He clenched his hand hard upon the handle of his whip.
"People tolerate him for the sake of his position," he said bitterly.
"But to my mind he is insufferable.

His father was a scapegrace, as everyone knows.