"Impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible with regard to a woman. But what do you say to my plan?"
"I don't know what to say."
"Then I'll try it," said Eustace determinedly.
"I don't approve of it," remarked Storge in desperation, "still, as it's a case of brain fever if things go on like this, the chance of accelerating the disease doesn't make much difference, so you'd better begin your disillusionising at once."
"Very well," replied Gartney with a sigh of relief, and this closed the conversation.
It was a disagreeable task to undertake, but not more so than that connected with Mrs. Veilsturm, and Eustace made up his mind to speak to Errington at once.
"The sooner things are brought to a crisis the better," he thought, as he went up to his cousin's room. "As they stand now, it's quite impossible to move either way."
Guy was lying with his arms outside the counterpane, when Mr. Gartney entered, and turned his eyes, unnaturally bright, in the direction of the door when he heard his cousin's footstep.
"Anything from Mrs. Veilsturm?" he asked eagerly.