"Herne and he are a pair of--mysteries."
"I think you are a third one," said Milly, in a puzzled tone. "Explain!"
"No--not here; there is no time, and I have no proofs. Meet me to-morrow night in the Winding Lane at half-past eight, and I'll give you the prenuptial character of your future husband."
"To-morrow will be Sunday."
"What of that? You can meet me after evening service."
"Oh!" Milly looked terrified. "What would Darcy say if he knew that I met you at so late an hour?"
"H'm! What would Darcy say if he knew that all his iniquities were about to be laid bare? Come or not, as you like."
Miss Lester considered. "Darcy is in London, and won't be back for four days," she said at length. "I'll come--if you promise to tell no one."
"I promise. At half-past eight, in the Winding Lane."
"Yes; but I won't believe what you tell me."