“Yes, of course you see that! The early train would enable you to catch the Irish mail at Sandstone Junction——Ah, I see,” and he laughed mockingly.
Lord Neville looked up inquiringly.
“You want to see Miss Barlow——”
“Marlowe,” said Lord Neville.
“Pardon. Marlowe. To tell her that the wicked uncle has proved less black than he is painted——”
Lord Neville smiled.
“Is that unnatural?”
“By no means; but permit me to suggest that you can write to her. I merely suggest it.”
Lord Neville rose with a quiet air of determination.
“What time does the early train start, sir?” he said.