26/31 Shall we go and speak to him ?" They walked towards Irene's brother, Piers gazing this way and that in eager hope of perceiving Irene herself. Could fortune have been kinder? Had he lingered, John Jacks' critical son would have found hints for amused speculation in the scene that followed. For Eustace Derwent, remembering, as always, what he owed to himself and to society, behaved with entire politeness; only, like certain beverages downstairs, it was iced. |