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An illusion so strong, he had been unable to forget it This sort of thing never happened to hi he was and was not

He had even given chase At the ti if she escaped him But she had rounded the corner, and then suddenly Percy shouted his na him back to earth

He had snapped out of it as though waking imh it was fading, he could not forget it

He and his friend Percy had been visiting the Dellesons, ere in turn visiting friends in the area They had returned to London that very day, but since that tiht about her, drea memory

He cairl cast him a saucy srinned rakishly, his eyes telling her if he could stop and catch that kiss with his lips he would

London reeked with the aromas of horses, overpopulation, ed to return to his establishhed, for he eary of the London scene, but at that moment he had arrived at his club on St Ja and handed the reins to his tiger, who jue “Walk ’e”

The tasteful sign identified his club as Watier’s, the entlemen’s club in all of London

He took wide, hard strides up its renowned steps to find the door opened by a flunkey who received a gratuity for his trouble Inside, he gave his hat and cloak to another, and then the marquis made his way to one of the card rooms

He scanned the entleht, found him, and raised a brow as he noticed his disheveled state

“Percy,” he said quietly in way of greeting

A pleasant-looking ave his dearest friend a sour expression “Hallo, Justin … you here …?”

The lass at Percy Lutterel’s elbow, gazed at it fully, and then replaced it hard on the table “Drinking deep, eh, lad?”

“Don’t read , you only have one year on me, and for another … I won’t have it” Percy sank his chin onto his folded hands resting on the table

“You should know better Me? Read you a lecture? Don’t be a fool”

“Eh? Then sit down and have a drink withdelivered to hell in a cart”