She dared not look him in the face.
"Do not ask me," she said. "I have come at your wish and my brother's to wish you farewell."
At this moment an organ in the street began to play a funereal dirge, and it sounded like the knell of all his hopes.
Alfred offered his arm to his sister and they passed out together.
For some time Jack remained in an attitude of passive despair, then he walked down-stairs.
In his preoccupied state, he did not see where he was going, and in the corridor he pushed against a man.
The man was Lord Maltravers who had come there to breakfast.
"Harkaway," said his lordship.
"Yes, and your enemy," was the reply.
"I know it, my good fellow, and I'm proud of it."