"Jove, I'm ravenous!" he confessed. "You'll excuse me, won't you?
Mills, see that these gentlemen have cigars and cigarettes--in the
billiard room, I should think. You'll find the young people there.
I'll come in and have a game of pills later."
The two young soldiers, with Captain Griffiths, followed Sir Henry
at once from the room. Lessingham, however, lingered. He stood
with his hands behind him, looking at the closed door.
"Are you going to stay and talk nonsense with me, Mr. Lessingham?"
Philippa asked.
"If I may," he answered, without changing his position.
Philippa looked at him curiously.
"Do you see ghosts through that door?"
He shook his head.
"Do you know," he said, as he seated himself by her side, "there
are times when I find your husband quite interesting."
CHAPTER XIII
Philippa leaned back in her place.
"Exactly what do you mean by that, Mr. Lessingham?" she demanded.
He shook himself free from a curious sense of unreality, and turned
towards her.
"I must confess," he said, "that sometimes your husband puzzles me."
"Not nearly so much as he puzzles me," Philippa retorted, a little
bitterly.
"Has he always been so desperately interested in deep-sea fishing?"
Philippa shrugged her shoulders.
"More or less, but never quite to this extent. The thing has become
an obsession with him lately.
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