"You need be afraid of nothing," I interrupted, going over and taking his hand. "Only how on earth did you get here?"
He looked around before replying. The old habits had not deserted him.
"Your friend, Miss Van Hoyt, arranged it," he said. "The others had another plan; but they were no match for her."
"But how did you come?" I asked. "You were not well enough to travel alone."
"She left me at Medchester station," he answered. "Your carriage brought me over here, and your servants have been most kind. But—but before I go to bed to-night, there are things which I must say to you. We must not sleep under the same roof until we have arrived at an understanding."
I looked at him with compassion. He had shaved recently, and his face, besides being altogether colorless, seemed very wan and pinched. His clothes seemed too big for him, his eyes were unnaturally clear and luminous.
"We will talk later on," I said, "if it is really necessary. Shall you feel well enough to come down and have dinner with me, or would you like something served up here?"
"I should like to come down," he answered, "if you will lend me your man to help me dress."
"Come as you are," I said. "We shall be alone!"
He smiled a little curiously.