“Angela. It’s got to be to-night—or never. 105 I’ve waited until I can wait no longer. I’ll call for you in an hour’s time, and we can catch the midnight train——”
She tried to push him away, but he clung on desperately.
“It’s impossible!” she cried. “Please let me go.”
“Angela——”
Meredith suddenly stopped. His arms fell to his side. Standing just inside the door was Jim Conlan. Angela turned and saw him too—a great grim figure, with head thrust forward and hands on hips.
“How did you get here?” she demanded.
“Your powdered monkey outside got obstinate. Said you weren’t at home. Seems as though he made some error.”
He came down the room and planted himself opposite Meredith. He raised one arm and pointed to the door.
“Get out!” he snapped.
Meredith looked at Angela. He would have been glad to get out just then, but he wasn’t anxious for Angela to be conscious of that desire.