the book and give up the Law.'

'She is undertaking a pretty heavy responsibility.'

Conway looked at his friend and laughed.

'I'm afraid you won't find that she takes that view, nor indeed do I see
why she should. Mallinson was doing no good--well, not much anyway--at
the Bar. He has scored by following her advice. So if she ever had any
responsibility, which I don't admit, for there was no compulsion on him
to obey, his luck has already wiped it out.'

'I suppose the white-haired man's her father,' said Drake.

'Yes. There's another sister, but she's at school in Brussels.'

'How did you come across them?'

'Mallinson and I met them one summer when we were taking a holiday at
Sark.'

Drake caught the eye of a man who was passing the end of his row of
stalls towards the saloon, and was beckoned out.

'I will join you after the interval,' he said, turning to Conway, and he
saw that his companion was bowing to Miss Le Mesurier.

Miss Le Mesurier in her box noticed Drake's movement, and she asked
Mallinson, 'Who is that speaking to Mr. Conway?'