"What became of Warrender afterwards?
It was an awful business for him." "I don't know anything about him," Seton answered, with a brevity that seemed to betray lack of interest.

"He was no friend of mine, though I chanced to be his guest on that occasion.

I was distantly connected with his wife, and I inherited some of her money at her death.

She was a rich woman, as you probably know." "So I heard.

But I have never found New York gossip particularly attractive." Seton leant his elbow on the window-sill and gazed meditatively into the night.