one himself. "You used to be fond of a good cigar in the old days, sir."
"Fond!" exclaimed Stephen. "Do you call that fond! I'd sell my immortal soul for one now, if it weren't for my doctor."
"Well," said Mr. Colebridge, turning to Judy, "I mustn't detain you. It's been a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Pendleton, and to see you again, sir. Suppose I come around Monday, and take you both to Grasse? That's just a pleasant, easy little run. Say about two-thirty. I hope you will do me the honor, Miss Pendleton."
There seemed no reason to refuse.
"If Mr. de Lisle's well enough—and I feel sure he will be," she said, shaking Mr. Colebridge's proffered hand. "It's very kind of you."
"On Monday, then. I shall look forward to that with real pleasure."
They watched him, his long black cigar in his mouth, get into his beautiful car again and go smoothly off.
"Well, well!" said Stephen. "That's an odd thing! I haven't thought of that fellow for over ten years."
"Tell me about him. What is he? One of the 'Captains of Industry'?"
