Wareham felt himself redden. He said, shortly—
“Yes. I wrote.”
She glanced at him, and moved towards the door.
“If you have a few minutes to spare, do come and see the others.”
He had not intended going into the salon, but she drew him irresistibly, and he followed.
The small room seemed full, but no one was there except the Martyns, Lord Milborough, and a couple of other gentlemen. The windows were wide open, and the gas turned down. Anne went quickly in.
“Blanche, I have brought Mr Wareham.”
Mrs Martyn gave him a hand without heartiness.
“We did not expect to meet again so soon, Mr Wareham. It has been a most anxious time.”
He bowed. “I have come, I hope, to relieve you.”