“Lord Cecil!”
He started, and looked out. A hansom cab was pulled up opposite his door, and Lady Grace was leaning out and looking up at him.
“Lady Grace!” he cried, in amazement.
“Yes; it is I,” she said. “Will you come down? I want to speak to you. I could not wait.”
He made for the door, but the man rose.
“My lord! my lord!” he said, reproachfully.
Lord Cecil turned pale; then he laughed, and going to the window, said, grimly:
“Lady Grace, I cannot come down to you. Please go. I will see you—to-morrow.”
She seemed to hesitate for a moment; then he saw her alight, and a moment or two afterward, she stood in the doorway of his room.