“By all means.”
Margaret wrote to Hugh at once, and sent the note by hand. He was at home when it arrived. He hurriedly answered it, and went to find Falconer. To his delight he was at home—not out of bed, in fact.
“Read that.”
“Who is it from?”
“Miss Cameron’s maid.”
“It does not look like a maid’s production.”
“It is though. Will you come with me? You know London ten thousand times better than I do. I don’t think we ought to lose a chance.”
“Certainly not. I will go with you. But perhaps she will not see me.”
“Oh! yes, she will, when I have told her about you.”
“It will be rather a trial to see a stranger.”