The footman was despatched in a hansom cab, with instructions to take the telegram to the head office of the Submarine Telegraph Company, and there to arrange prepayment of the reply.
“I rather expect Mr. Meredith,” said Sir John to the butler, who was trimming the library lamp while the footman received his instructions. “Do not bring coffee until he comes.”
And Sir John was right. At half-past eight Jack arrived. Sir John was awaiting him in the library, grimly sitting in his high-backed chair, as carefully dressed as for a great reception.
He rose when his son entered the room, and they shook hands. There was a certain air of concentration about both, as if they each intended to say more than they had ever said before. The coffee was duly brought. This was a revival of an old custom. In bygone days Jack had frequently come in thus, and they had taken coffee before going together in Sir John's carriage to one of the great social functions at which their presence was almost a necessity. Jack had always poured out the coffee—to-night he did not offer to do so.
“I came,” he said suddenly, “to give you a piece of news which I am afraid will not be very welcome.”
Sir John bowed his head gravely.
“You need not temper it,” he said, “to me.”
“Millicent and I have decided to make our engagement known,” retorted Jack at once.
Sir John bowed again. To any one but his son his suave acquiescence would have been maddening.
“I should have liked,” continued Jack, “to have done it with your consent.”