"I shall kill him," Anthony said to himself. "Before the week is out, I shall kill him."
"No you won't," Daphne said blithely. "By tomorrow you will have forgotten all of this and will be smoking cheroots at White's."
"I don't think so," Anthony said ominously.
"Of course you will. Don't you agree, Simon?"
Simon studied his best friend's face and realized he was seeing something new. Something in his eyes. Something serious.
Six years ago, when Simon had left England, he and Anthony had been boys. Oh, they'd thought they were men. They'd gambled and whored and strutted about society, consumed with their own importance, but now they were different.
Now they were men in truth.
Simon had felt the change within himself during his travels. It had been a slow transformation, wrought over
