'Then leave the place as it stands, and come to Eastbourne with me to-morrow.'
'I'm afraid I—'
'And so am I afraid,' she interrupted him gravely. 'I wish you to come to Eastbourne. I wish you to!'
'No, not to Eastbourne. I have reasons.'
Her eyes fell.
'But I promise you,' he continued, 'that I will leave town to-morrow. I promise you. Don't think me unkind that I refuse to come with you. I will go to Jersey again; it suits me. I'll stay there till Grail comes back with his wife, and then see if I feel well enough to come and go on with the work.'
'Very well,' Mrs. Ormonde replied, slowly.
'Do you doubt my word?' he asked, moving forward to her.
'We are not so far as that, Walter.'
'And now tell me what I am to do for you.'