"Can you guess ten minutes, Mr. Haveloc?"
Mr. Haveloc looked at his watch, and could not distinguish the figures. Margaret thought she could see better. He held the watch to her—she pored over it in vain.
"You must guess it now, Mr. Haveloc."
"Mr. Grey is not very particular," said Mr. Haveloc, "I think I may venture."
They walked on to the end of the terrace.
"Do you recollect one day when I kept the dinner waiting," said Mr. Haveloc.
"Oh, yes! I remember," said Margaret with a sigh—it was the day that had begun her troubles with Hubert Gage. "Mr. Casement was so cross because he could not fathom your business with Mr. Grey."
"What a long deliverance we have had from the old monster," said Mr. Haveloc.
"Oh, yes! I was so glad when—" Margaret stopped short.
"When he was laid up with the rheumatism," added Mr. Haveloc, laughing.