Besides, it was his last evening there, and London's welcome tomorrow would be none too exuberant.
The little party was breaking up, the ladies retiring for the night, and the men about to accompany Colonel Winwood to the library for a final drink and cigarette.

Paul shook hands with Miss Winwood.
"Good night--and good-bye," she said, "if you take the early train.

But must you really go to-morrow ?" "I must," said Paul.
"I hope we'll very soon be seeing you again.

Give me your address." She moved to a bridge table and caught up the marking block, which she brought to him.

"Now I've forgotten the pencil." "I've got one," said Paul, and impulsively thrusting his fingers into his waistcoat pocket, flicked them out with the pencil.