'Speak it out, Polly.'
'Oh, dear! I must, I suppose,' Polly answered. 'Mr. Laxley's become a lord now, Mr. Harrington.'
Evan tasted in his soul the sweets of contrast. 'Well?'
'And my Miss Rose—she—'
'What?'
Moved by the keen hunger of his eyes, Polly hesitated. Her face betrayed a sudden change of mind.
'Wants to see you, sir,' she said, resolutely.
'To see me?'
Evan stood up, so pale that Polly was frightened.
'Where is she? Where can I meet her?'