"These are lawyers' offices," he said.
"Quite right, sir," was the response. "The gentleman is waiting for you."
"You mean——" said Frank, inquiringly.
"Lord Leycester Wyndward," he replied.
Frank turned to Stella.
"It is all right," he said, in a low voice.
Stella got out and looked round. The air of quietude and gloomy depression seemed to strike her, but she put her hand on Frank's arm, and then followed the man into the doorway.
"Come as gently as you can, sir," he muttered. "It's better the young lady shouldn't be seen."
Frank nodded, and they passed up the stairs. Frank threw a glance at the numerous doors.
"They are lawyers' chambers," he said, in a low voice. "I think I understand; it is something—some deed or other—Leycester wants you to sign."