CHAPTER XVII.
Mr. Beverley Takes the Water
Cayley seemed very fond of them that night. After dinner was over, he suggested a stroll outside. They walked up and down the gravel in front of the house, saying very little to each other, until Bill could stand it no longer. For the last twenty turns he had been slowing down hopefully each time they came to the door, but the hint had always been lost on his companions, and each time another turn had been taken. But in the end he had been firm.
"What about a little billiards?" he said, shaking himself free from the others.
"Will you play?" said Antony to Cayley.
"I'll watch you," he said, and he had watched them resolutely until the game, and then another game after that, had been played.
They went into the hall and attacked the drinks.
"Well, thank heaven for bed," said Bill; putting down his glass. "Are you coming?"
"Yes," said Antony, and finished his drink. He looked at Cayley.
