With all his heart he hoped the day would come when he would be able to say to Varick: "Ages before _you_ thought of her, old chap, _I_ selected Miss Brabazon as your future bride!" He hoped, uneasily, that Sir Lyon was not seriously in the running.

But he had noticed that Sir Lyon and Miss Brabazon seemed to have a good deal to say to one another.

Women, so he told himself ruefully, like to be "My lady." But she was certainly fond of Varick--she had been fond of him (of course, only as a woman may be of a friend's husband) during those sad weeks at Redsands.
* * * * * As the doctor came out of his room he decided to go in for a moment and see Bubbles Dunster.

Somehow he did not feel quite easy about her.

He wondered, uncomfortably, if there could be anything in Varick's painful suspicion.