It was all very unlike any previous visit which she had paid to the house
at Audley Square. Formerly, if Sir Philip had felt disinclined to go out in
an evening, Tony had always been eager with suggestions for their visitor's
amusement, and many had been the occasions on which he and Ann had dined
gaily at some little restaurant and gone on afterwards to a dance or
theatre alone together.
But now the change was noticeable. Tony seemed entirely preoccupied with
his own thoughts, and to judge by his manner, they were anything but
pleasant ones. Sometimes he would sit in moody silence for an hour at a
time, making a pretence at reading a magazine. Or he would get up suddenly
when they were all three sitting together, and, without a word to any one,
put on his hat and go out of the house. He never volunteered any
information as to where he spent his evenings, and although Sir Philip
would peer after him with angry, suspicious eyes when he took his
departure, it seemed as if pride--or was it fear of what the answer might
be?--kept the old man from questioning him. When eleven o'clock came,
bringing no Tony, he would get up abruptly, fold his newspaper, and remark
curtly to Ann: "Time we went to bed.
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