“With yourself and Mrs. Stratton?”
“And Miss Warren. I want you to know her better.”
“Yes, I will come, if I am still at Wood End.”
He held his hand to take leave. Isabel retained it as she spoke.
“In any case you will not go without coming to say good-bye?”
“I could not easily do that, Mrs. Clarendon.” She went with him into the hall, and, when he had left the house, watched him from the drawing-room windows till the trees intervened.
CHAPTER XI.
To Mr. Vincent Lacour, issuing from the precincts of the South Kensington Museum, and about to walk towards the railway station, came the vision of a face that he knew, borne past him in a hansom cab, which in a moment stopped. It was raining slightly. Lacour used his umbrella for self-concealment, and, at the same time, contrived to watch his acquaintance descending from the vehicle. She (it was a lady) handed up her fare and passed into the Museum.