“You have fulfilled your promise,” said I to the young man. “And,” I added, turning to her, “I have fulfilled mine. Good-night!”
I opened the door, and jumped out as we entered the station. I stood waiting till the train started again, but Lord Daynesborough remained in his place. I wonder what passed on that journey. She was a plucky girl, and I can only trust she gave him what he deserved. At any rate, he never, so far as I heard, ran away again.
I asked my way to the villa, and reached it after half an hour’s walking. I did not go in by the lodge gates, but climbed the palings, and reached the door by way of the shrubberies. I knocked softly. A man opened the door instantly. He must have been waiting.
“Is it Milord?” he said in French.
“Yes,” I answered, entering rapidly.
“You are expected, Milord.”
I did not know his voice, and it was dark in the passage.
“I am wet,” I said. “Take me to a fire.”
“There is one in the pantry,” he answered, leading the way.