The knock was repeated before he could free his hands and cross the room.
“Yes, what is it?”
“That gentleman who has been to see you before, sir,” said the waiter, in a low voice.
“Not Mr Leslie? He has not returned?”
“No, sir.”
“I’ll come directly. Where is he?”
“In the coffee-room, sir.”
Uncle Luke closed the door and recrossed the room, to where Louise had half risen and was gazing at him wildly.
“News of Harry, uncle?”
“Don’t know, my dear.”