Fitz seemed to be realising this, for he glanced uneasily at his
brother, whose morose, sullen face was turned resolutely towards the
window.

"She'll be a fool," he said, "if she does not give you another
chance."

"I would not take it," answered Luke mechanically.

He was darker than his brother, with a longer chin and a peculiar
twist of the lips. His eyes were lighter in colour, and rather too
close together. A keen observer would have put him down as a boy
who in manhood might go wrong. The strange thing was that no one
could have hesitated for a moment in selecting Luke as the cleverer
of the two.

Fitz paused. He was not so quick with his tongue as with his limbs.
He knew his brother well enough to foresee the effect of failure.
Luke FitzHenry was destined to be one of those unfortunate men who
fail ungracefully.

"Do not decide in too great a hurry," said Fitz at length, rather
lamely. "Don't be a fool!"

"No, it has been decided for me by my beastly bad luck."

"It WAS bad luck--deuced bad luck."

They had bought a packet of cigarettes at Exeter, but that outward
sign of manhood lay untouched on the seat beside Fitz. It almost