He glanced up eagerly as every newcomer appeared, and his answers to his sister's criticisms were sometimes almost at random.
"Dicky, I'm not at all sure that I'm liking you this morning," she observed finally, looking across at him with a critically questioning smile.

"A certain amount of non-responsiveness to my advances I can put up with--from a brother--but this morning you are positively inattentive.

Tell me your troubles at once.

Has Harris been bothering you, or did you lose a lot of money last night ?" Considering that the young man's income was derived from an exceedingly well-invested capital of nine million dollars, and that Harris was the all too perfect captain of his yacht lying then in the harbour, whose worst complaint was that he had never enough work to do, Lady Weybourne's enquiries might have been considered as merely tentative.
Richard shook his head a little gloomily.
"Those things aren't likely to trouble me," he remarked.

"Harris is all right, and I've promised him we'll make up a little party and go over to Cannes in a day or two." "What a ripping idea!" Lady Weybourne declared, breaking up her thin toast between her fingers.