"If you'll allow me to say so, I don't think you take enough exercise.

You ought to ride; but perhaps you will when the hunting begins." "Can't afford to hunt," retorted Heyton, with an unpleasant laugh.
"Horses cost money." "You shall have some hunters," said the Marquess, with a contraction of his brow.

"I had thought of speaking to you about it.

We will discuss it later on." "All right," said Heyton, ungraciously.

"Well, I'm off." He went upstairs, and Miriam and the Marquess followed him soon after.
Just as she was ready for bed, Heyton opened his dressing-room door and, looking in, said: "I'm going to sleep in here to-night, Miriam." He had often occupied the bed in his dressing-room; generally on nights when, if the truth must be told, he had drunk too much and was ashamed that Miriam should see him.
"Very well," she said, indifferently.
He closed the door and turned the key softly, took off his things and put on a thick dressing-gown over his pyjamas; then he sat down in a chair, with his hands thrust in the dressing-gown pockets, his head sunk on his breast, his teeth gnawing his lip.