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serious—“I wish you’d found a pleasanter place. With the winter coming on, you see”
Sidney broke in with splenetic perversity.
“I don’t know that I shall pass the winter here. My arrangements are all temporary—all of them.”
After glancing at him the other crossed his legs and seemed to dispose himself for a stay of some duration.
“You didn’t turn up the other night—in Hanover Street.”
“No.”
“I was there. We talked about you. My father has a notion you haven’t been quite well lately. I dare say you’re worrying a little, eh?”
Sidney remained standing by the fireplace, turned so that his face was in shadow.
“Worry? Oh, I don’t know,” he replied, idly.
“Well, I’m worried a good deal, Sidney, and that’s the fact.”
“What about?”
