“May I come and see you?”
She had evidently been considering the matter, for she answered him at once and deliberately.
“I should like you to,” she said; “but if for any reason it did not suit my uncle to have you come, it would not be pleasant for either of us. He is going to play golf on the Deringham links. You will be certain to see him there, and you must be guided by his manner towards you.”
“And if he is still—as he was in London—must this be goodbye, then?” he asked earnestly.
She looked at him with a faint colour in her cheeks and a softer light in her proud, clear eyes.
“Well,” she said, “goodbye would be the last word which could be spoken between us. But, n’importe, we shall see.”
She flashed a suddenly brilliant smile upon him, and leaned back amongst the cushions. The carriage drove off, and Wolfenden, humming pleasantly to himself, stepped into the dogcart which was waiting for him.