She was now out to attack the Beaminster fortress; she did not as yet know that half of her was urgent for its defence.
II
When the afternoon arrived she took a cab and was driven to Saxton Square. She mounted the stairs, knocked on the door and was admitted by his ugly man-servant.
"Is Mr. Breton at home?" she asked.
"Yes, my lady," he answered and smiled; she disliked his smile and before she passed into the room had a moment of wild unreasoning panic when she wished that she were not there, when Roddy's face came to her, kind and loving and homely.
She stepped forward into the room, heard the door close behind her and felt rather than saw him as he came forward to greet her.
Then she heard him say—
"Oh, I'm so glad you've come. I was so afraid lest something should stop you."
His windows, although only on the first floor, had a wide sweeping view; a world of chimneys and towers glittering now beneath the sinking sun.