As he walked he thought at first, hotly and bitterly enough, of Lewis Rand and painfully of himself, but at length the solemnity of the white night and the high glitter of the stars made him impatient of his own mood.

He looked at the stars, and at the ivory and black of the tall trees, and his mind calmed itself and turned to think of Jacqueline.
In the Eagle's best bedroom, before a blazing fire and a bottle of port, he found Fairfax Cary deep in a winged chair and a volume of Fielding.
"Well, Fair ?" he said, with his arm upon the mantel-shelf and his booted foot upon the fender.
The younger Cary closed his book and hospitably poured wine for his brother.

"Were you at the Amblers' ?" he asked.

"It's a night for one's own fireside.

I went to the Mayos', but the fair Maria is out of town.
On the way I stopped at Bowler's Tavern to see his man about that filly we were talking of, and I had a glass with old Bowler himself.