He had an absent weary look, which puzzled Gilbert Fenton, who, being only a secondary personage in this narrow circle, had ample leisure to observe his friend.
The three gentlemen left at the same time, Mr.Pallinson driving away in a neat miniature brougham, after politely offering to convey his cousin's guests to their destination.

It was a bright starlight night, and Gilbert walked to the Temple with John Saltram, through the quietest of the streets leading east-wards.

They lit their cigars as they left the square, and walked for some time in a friendly companionable silence.
When they did speak, their talk was naturally of Adela Branston.
"I thought she was really charming to-night," Gilbert said, "in spite of that fellow's efforts to absorb her attention.

It is pretty easy to see how the land lies in that direction; and it such a rival were likely to injure you, you have a very determined one in Mr.Pallinson." "Yes; the surgeon has evidently fixed his hopes upon poor old Michael Branston's money.

But I don't think he will succeed." "You will not allow him to do so, I hope ?" "I don't know about that.