"There are other men in the club with whom I lunch--even dine." Norgate glanced across the room.

Baring was playing bridge at a table close at hand, but his attention seemed to be abstracted.

He looked often towards where Mrs.Benedek sat.

There was a restlessness about his manner scarcely in keeping with the rest of his appearance.
"One misses a great deal," Norgate regretted, "through being only an occasional visitor here." "As, for instance ?" "The privilege of being one of those fortunate few." She laughed at him.

Her eyes were full of challenge.