"Are you coming back with us?" said Frank in a quiet voice.
Jasper nodded.
"If you will allow me, my dear Frank," he said, calmly. "I won't keep you a moment."
He rang the bell as he spoke and Scrivell entered.
There was no sign of any kind either in his face or his bearing that he was conscious of anything out of the ordinary having happened; he came in with his young old face and colorless eyes, and stood waiting patiently. Jasper handed him some letters, and gave him instructions in a business tone, then asked if the brougham was waiting.
"Yes, sir," said Scrivell.
"Come then!" said Jasper, and Scrivell held the door open and bowed with the deepest respect as they passed out.
It was so sudden a change from the storm of passion that had just passed over them all, that Frank and Stella felt bewildered and benumbed, which was exactly as Jasper wished them to feel.
His manner was deferential and humble but fully self-possessed; he put Stella in the brougham, and insisted quietly upon Frank sitting beside her, he himself taking the front seat.