Alleyne would put you all right; and of course I should send
Waters down, and give up those rooms in Buckingham Street."
"But I cannot imagine your going to America, somehow," Lord Evelyn
said. "Surely there is plenty for you to do here."
"I will say this of Lind, that he is not an idle talker. What he says he
means. Besides, Molyneux can take up my work in the North; he is the
very man."
Again silence. It was now half-past seven.
"I wish, though, it had been something more exciting," Brand said. "I
should not have minded having a turn at the Syrian business; I am not
much afraid of risking my neck. There is not much danger in
Philadelphia."
"But look here, Brand," said Lord Evelyn, regarding him attentively.
"You are speaking with great equanimity about your going to America;
possibly you might like the change well enough; but do I understand you
that you are prepared to go alone?"
Brand looked up; he understood what was meant.
"If I am ordered--yes."
He held out his right hand; on the third finger there was a massive gold
ring--a plain hoop, without motto or design whatever.
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