"I haven't been well. Didn't feel able to go yesterday. I was just coming to see you."
"Not well, Reuben? Why didn't you come before?"
"I couldn't. I want to speak to you. Where are you going?"
She told him the plan for the day. Elgar turned aside, and meditated.
"I'll see you there—at Pompeii somewhere. It'll be on my way."
"I had rather not go at all. I'll ask them to excuse me; Mrs. Lessingham will perhaps take my place, and—"
"No! I'll see you at Pompeii. I shall have no difficulty you."
Miriam looked at him anxiously.
"I don't wish you to meet us there, Reuben."
"And I do wish! Let me have my way, Miriam. Say nothing about me, and let the meeting seem by chance."