CHAPTER IV.
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW Mr.Weatherley laid his hand upon his young companion's arm as they crossed the hall on their way from the dining-room.
"We are going to play bridge in the music-room," he announced.
"Things are different, nowadays, than when I was a boy.

The men and the women, too, have to smoke cigarettes all the time while they play cards.

A bad habit, Chetwode! A very bad habit indeed! I've nothing to say against a good Havana cigar in the dining-room or the smoking-room, but this constant cigarette smoking sickens me.

I can't bear the smell of the things.

Here we are.