He was looking out of the window, out into the grey windy darkness, listening to the raindrops splashing against the window-pane, wondering how long Brooks would be, and if in his face too he should see the shadow, and it seemed to him that Brooks lingered a very long time.
"Shall we finish our game of billiards, Catherine ?" he asked, turning towards her.
"Well--I think not," she answered.

"I am a little tired, and it is almost time the dressing bell rang.

I think Sybil and I will go up-stairs." They passed away--he made no effort to detain them.

He lit a cigarette, and paced the room impatiently.

At last he rang the bell.
"Where is Mr.Brooks ?" he asked.
"Mr.Brooks has only just returned, my lord," the man answered.