“I wished to speak to her—to tell her how unhappily I am situated,” replied Paul Desfrayne hesitatingly.
“Did you give her any notion of the nature of this barrier?” asked Frank Amberley.
“I scarcely know what I said; but I should imagine she could readily guess to what I must allude. I accidentally traveled in her company this morning.”
“Indeed! Has she returned to London?”
“Lady Quaintree received a telegram stating that her husband was unwell——”
“Good heavens! Unwell? I must go to Lowndes Square this evening,” exclaimed Frank, in great concern. “Do you know what is the matter with him?”
Paul shook his head.
“Lady Quaintree was my informant, and she said that the telegram stated simply the fact, without entering into detail.”
“I will go there directly office-hours are over. In case I see Miss Turquand, and have any opportunity of speaking to her, is it still your wish that I should enlighten her as to the state of your affairs?”
“It is essential that she should not be left in ignorance,” said Paul. “It is my duty to inform her without delay, as my silence may be injurious to her.” But he sighed heavily as he spoke.