But Susan saw through the subterfuge and that game didn't work.

One afternoon, however, Barbara, returning earlier than usual, caught us at it and expressing horror and indignation at the uses to which the bearskin was put, metaphorically whipped me and sent me to bed as being the elder of the naughty ones.

After that we played at fairies in a glade, which was much cooler.
It was in the evenings that I was loneliest; for then Barbara went early to bed, and the lovers strolled about together in the moonlight.

With the intention, half-malicious, half-pitiful, of filling up my time, Doria taught me a new and complicated Patience.

Then finally, when Doria, having spent a couple of polite minutes in the drawing-room, had retired, and when I was tired out from the strain of the day and half-asleep through weariness, Adrian would mix himself the longest possible brandy and soda, light the longest possible cigar and try to keep me up all night listening to his conversation.
At last, one Friday evening, while I was engaged in my forlorn and unprofitable game, the butler entered the drawing-room with unperturbed announcement: "Mr.Chayne on the telephone, sir." I sent the card table flying amid the wreckage of my lay-out and rushed to the telephone.
"Hullo! That you, Jaff ?" "Yes, old man.