“Why?”
“Because if I came you’d never let me out again.”
“You say so, so I should be very ill-mannered if I contradicted you. My road lies this way. Good morning!”
“Mr. Barringcourt.”
“Yes,” and he turned to find her standing there, with a puzzled and anxious look on her face.
“Would you mind giving me a little advice—telling me what to do, I mean?”
“About what?”
“It’s about a handkerchief that was found in the temple, so it seems, some time ago. It belonged to me. I keep wondering ought I to tell, and I don’t want to. I would have asked Miss Crokerly, only she knows nothing about it, and might not understand. What would you do if you were me?”
“I’d worry; but being myself, I’d let it pass.”
“But it caused a scandal, and did the Great High Priest a great deal of harm.”