'Ah! a bad place Aldershot—a very centre of dissipation, I fear. May I ask if you are a relation?'
'I am not.'
'A friend?' queried the vicar.
'Of course—one most deeply interested in Miss Cheyne.'
'I thought so,' rejoined the vicar, eyeing him keenly and with a curiously provoking smile while playing with his gold eyeglass; 'may I ask how and why?'
'Certainly—I am engaged to her.'
'Her fiancé? asked the vicar; 'is that what you mean?'
'Yes; and now where is she?'
'I regret—regret to say—that—that I have not yet her present address. She only left this for London yesterday.'
'In other words, by your tone,' said Goring, haughtily, as he rose and took his hat, 'you know it, but decline to give it to me?'