He strolled into the baccarat room but she was not there.

Perhaps she, too, had been at the Opera.

In the bar he found Richard Lane, sitting moodily alone.

The young man greeted him warmly.
"Come and have a drink, Sir Henry," he begged.

"I've got the hump." Hunterleys sat down by his side.
"Whiskey and apollinaris," he ordered.