Is the spell beginning to work?"
"Hideously," he assured her. "I feel already that the only thing I
dread in life are these two hours before luncheon."
She nodded.
"That is quite as it should be. Don't trouble to come down with
me. I believe that Dalkeith pere is hanging round somewhere, and
in view of my headache perhaps you had better remain in the
background for the moment. At one-thirty, then!"
Mr. Sabin smiled as she passed out of the room, and lit a cigarette.
"I think," he said to himself, "that the arrival of Felix is
opportune."
CHAPTER VII
They sat together at a small table, looking upon a scene which was
probably unique in the history of the great restaurant. The younger
man was both frankly interested and undoubtedly curious. Mr. Sabin,
though his eyes seemed everywhere, retained to the full extent that
nonchalance of manner which all his life he had so assiduously
cultivated.
"It is wonderful, my dear Felix," he said, leisurely drawing his
cigarette-case from his pocket, "wonderful what good fellowship can
be evolved by a kindred interest in sport, and a bottle or so of
good champagne. But, after all, this is not to be taken seriously."
"Shamrock the fourth! Shamrock the fourth!"
A tall young American, his thick head of hair, which had once been
carefully parted in the middle, a little disheveled, his hard,
clean-cut face flushed with enthusiasm, had risen to his feet and
stood with a brimming glass of champagne high over his head.
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