Andrew came face to face with his brother in the village street on the next morning.

He looked at him for a moment in surprise.
"What have you been doing ?" he asked, drily.

"Sitting up all night ?" Cecil nodded dejectedly.
"Pretty well," he admitted.

"We played bridge till nearly five o'clock." "You lost, I suppose ?" Andrew asked.
"Yes, I lost!" Cecil admitted.
"Your party," Andrew said, "does not seem to me to be an unqualified success." "It is not," Cecil admitted.

"Miss Le Mesurier has been quite unapproachable the last few days.