What are you doing here, anyhow, Granet ?" "I'm dining with my uncle," Granet replied, quickly.
"Sir Alfred's in there, waiting for you," his friend told him, indicating the door,--"he has been sitting at the window watching for you, in fact.

So long!" The two men passed out and Granet was ushered into the smoking-room.
Sir Alfred came back from his reverie and was greeted by his nephew cordially.

The two men sat by the window for a few moments in silence.
"An aperitif ?" Sir Alfred suggested.

"Capital!" They drank mixed vermouth.

Sir Alfred picked up an evening paper from his side.
"Any news ?" he asked.
"Nothing fresh," Granet replied.