'A lady, sir?'
'I should say a lady's lady.'
Simon paused. He was wounded, but he would not show it.
'With pleasure, sir.'
'To-night,' Hugo proceeded, 'you can occupy my bed in the dome;' and he pointed to the spot where, during the day, the bed lay ingeniously hidden in a recess of the wall. 'I shall no longer need it. To-morrow we can make some more permanent arrangement for you.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Also,' Hugo continued, 'I would like you to go along to the offices of the Morning Post for me some time to-night before ten o'clock and take this. There will be a guinea to pay.' Hugo handed him a slip of paper.
'Yes, sir.'
'Read it,' said Hugo.
And Simon read: '"A marriage has been arranged, and"—and—has taken place, sir?'