“It is not my secret,” Aynesworth answered. “Ask her yourself!”
“Very well,” Wingrave declared, “I will. I shall return to London tonight.”
“It is not necessary,” Aynesworth remarked.
Wingrave started.
“You mean that she is here?” he exclaimed.
Aynesworth drew him towards the window.
“Come,” he said, “you shall ask her now.”
Wingrave hesitated for a moment. An odd nervousness seemed to have taken possession of him.
“I do not understand this, Aynesworth,” he said. “Why is she here?”
“Go and ask her your question,” Aynesworth said. “Perhaps you will understand then.”