"Yes," replied Mr. Castlemaine, "I suppose so; but, personally, I would rather be behind a pair of good horses. I am really sorry you have to go so soon," he said, turning to Leicester. "I am very glad to have met you. I hope we shall see more of each other." Purvis looked angrily at Leicester as he heard John Castlemaine say this, but he said nothing; he was a little afraid. "Are you going back to London, Purvis?" asked Leicester. "If you are, I'm sure Mr. Lowry will be glad to give you a lift." "Thank you," said Purvis; then, as an afterthought, he added, "I should like a word with Mr. Castlemaine before I go. We have all been so interested in Mr. Leicester's opinions that I had almost forgotten the errand on which I came." For a minute Leicester was alone with Olive. "I have to thank you for a pleasant evening, Miss Castlemaine," he said, "one of the few pleasant evenings of my life." She looked up at him inquiringly. "I mean what I say," he said. "While we were at dinner I told you that I had found life very interesting. I told you a lie. Why I told it I don't know. It slipped from my tongue before I realised what I was saying. I have not found life interesting, I have found it anything but that--anything. But this evening has been an oasis in the desert, and I thank you." "I am glad you have had a pleasant evening," said Olive quietly; nevertheless she wondered how much truth there was in his words. "You do not believe me," he said, "but what I say is perfectly true. I do not find the stage of life very interesting to act on." "Then it is best not to act," said Olive. "That is not a matter of choice." "I think it is. One can choose to play a part, or he can choose to live a life." "The same thing," he replied. "Pardon me, I do not think so." "All the same, I thank you for a pleasant evening. When one has very few of them, it is a great deal to be thankful for." There was something in the tones of his voice that convinced her that he meant what he said. She reflected that his face was sad, and that there was no joy in his eyes. "Forgive me, a stranger, asking a question," he went on. "Do you find life happy?" "Exceedingly." "That is interesting. I wish I knew your secret." "By ceasing to play a part." She had not meant to say this; but the words escaped her before she realised them. "How can one do that?" "By seeking to serve the spectators, instead of pleasing them." He laughed almost bitterly. "If the spectators were only worth it," he said. He held out his hand. "Good-night, Miss Castlemaine," he said; "thank you again very much." He walked into the hall, where Mr. Lowry stood awaiting him. "Is Purvis ready?" "He is talking with Mr. Castlemaine." Instinctively Leicester felt that he was the subject of the conversation, and Leicester was right. Purvis had explained his visit to Mr. Castlemaine in a very few words, then he said, "A funny fellow--Leicester, isn't he?"