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It was late in the afternoon before Temple found time for a hurried call on Lady Silverdale. Tea was just being served in the drawing-room as he arrived quite ready for that refreshing beverage. It seemed to Phil that Elsie Silverdale was looking white and troubled; he could see that her hands trembled as she filled the cups. In happier circumstances she might have been seated opposite him in his own drawing-room. A big footman busied himself about the table; the long pleasant room was full of the scent of roses. It seemed strange that there should be so much aching misery in so luxurious a nest as this.
"Two lumps, I think." Lady Silverdale suggested. "Try that cake. It is something new and excellent. Those chocolate biscuits were sent me from Paris. Do take one."