‘I wish we were, Felix.  I wonder whether we ever shall be.’

‘Upon my word I hardly see my way as yet.’

‘You’re not going to give it up!’

’Oh no;—­not give it up; certainly not.  But the bother is a fellow doesn’t know what to do.’

‘You’ve heard of young Mr Goldsheiner, haven’t you?’ suggested Marie.

‘He’s one of those city chaps.’

‘And Lady Julia Start?’

’She’s old Lady Catchboy’s daughter.  Yes; I’ve heard of them.  They got spliced last winter.’

’Yes;—­somewhere in Switzerland, I think.  At any rate they went to Switzerland, and now they’ve got a house close to...