“I mean it,” she declared. “I wonder whether you could spare me a few minutes. I don’t mean here,” she added. “One can scarcely talk, driving. Come in after dinner, if you have nothing to do, just for half-an-hour. My husband is down in the country, and I am not going out until eleven.”
“I shall be very pleased,” he answered, a little mechanically, for he found the situation not altogether an easy one to grasp.
“Don’t forget,” she said. “Number 10, Berkeley Square,” with a look of relief.
The electric brougham rolled on, and Saton crossed the road thoughtfully. Then a sudden smile lightened his features. He realized all at once what it was that Lady Mary wanted from him.
Rachael was waiting for him when he returned. She was seated before the table, her head resting upon her hands, her eyes fixed upon the little piles of gold and notes which she had arranged in front of her. She watched him come in and take off his hat and coat, in silence.
“Well?” she asked. “How do things go to-day?”
“I have not the reports yet,” he answered. “It is too early. I shall have them later.”
“What have you been doing?” she asked.