"I will tell you. Lord Arranmore is coming to me perhaps this afternoon for my answer. I asked him for a few days to think it over."
"And your decision—is it ready?"
"No, I don't think it is," she admitted. "To tell you the truth, I shall not decide until he is actually here—until I have heard just how he speaks of it."
He got up and stood for a moment looking out of the window. Then he turned suddenly towards her with outstretched hand.
"I am going—Miss Scott. Good-afternoon." She rose and held out her hand.
"Aren't you—a little abrupt?" she asked.
"Perhaps I am. I think that it is better that I should go away now. There are reasons why I do not want to talk about Lord Arranmore, or discuss this matter with you, and if I stayed I might do both. Will you dine with me somewhere on Friday night? I will come and fetch you."
"Of course I will. Do be careful how you walk. About 7:30."
"I will be here by then," he answered.
On the last flight of stone steps he came face to face with Lord
Arranmore, who nodded and pointed upwards with his walking-stick.