Perhaps he was thinking of the meeting in the Park that morning.

It was amusing; but men do not speak of such things at their clubs, no matter how amusing.

Besides, if the story were aired and were traced to him, Ruthven might turn ugly.

There was no counting on Ruthven.
Meanwhile Selwyn, perplexed and worried, found young Erroll just entering the visitors' room, and greeted him with nervous cordiality.
"If you can't stay and dine with me," he said, "I won't put you down.
You know, of course, I can only ask you once in a year, so we'll stay here and chat a bit." "Right you are," said young Erroll, flinging off his very new and very fashionable overcoat--a wonderfully handsome boy, with all the attraction that a quick, warm, impulsive manner carries.

"And I say, Selwyn, it was awfully decent of you to--" "Bosh! Friends are for that sort of thing, Gerald.