Rainham, who was a little short-sighted, took up the paper
carelessly. He dropped it after a minute with a slight start.

"I think I know her," he said. "You have a knack of catching faces.
Is it Miss Sylvester?"

"Yes; it is Eve Sylvester," said Lightmark. "Do you know them? I see
a good deal of them now."

"I have known them a good many years," said Rainham.

"They have never spoken of you to me," said Lightmark.

"No? I dare say not. Why should they?" He was silent for a moment,
looking thoughtfully at his ring. Then he said abruptly: "I think I
know now who your friend the barrister is, Dick. I recognise the
style. It is Charles Sylvester, is it not?"

"You are a wizard," answered the other, laughing. "Yes, it is." Then
he asked: "Don't you think she is awfully pretty?"

"Miss Sylvester?... Very likely; she was a very pretty child. You
know, she had not come out last year. Are you going?"

Lightmark had pulled out his watch absently, and he leapt up as he
discovered the lateness of the hour.

"Heavens, yes! I am dining out, and I shall barely have time to
dress. I will fetch my traps to-morrow; then we might dine together
afterwards."