“We shall meet to-night,” he reminded her.
She gave him a doubtful little smile.
“You are really coming to the Wintertons?” she asked.
“I have promised,” he answered. “Caroline has bribed me. I am going to take you in to dinner.”
“Will you drive home with me now?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“I have another call to make,” he said, a little grimly.
Saton was still in the half darkened library, sitting with his back turned to the light, and his eyes fixed with a curious stare into vacancy, when the door opened, and Rochester entered unannounced. Saton rose at once to his feet, but the interrogative words died away upon his lips. Rochester’s fair, sunburnt face was grim with angry purpose. He had the air of a man stirred to the very depths. He came only a little way into the room, and he took up his position with his back to the door.
“My young friend,” he said, “it is not many hours since you and I came to an understanding of a sort. I am here to add a few words to it.”