"Where to, sir?" repeated the driver in a louder voice.
Winfield mentioned the name of a station which they had come from that morning. For two miles they rode in silence, then Leicester turned and looked at his companion.
"Are you doing anything particular this afternoon, Winfield?" he said.
"No. Nothing in particular."
"Then come back with me to the club, will you?"
"Yes, if you wish."
"Thank you." And again he looked out of the carriage window in a way that made Winfield sorry he had given his promise.
After they had got into the train, and were on their way back to London, Leicester spoke again.
"Winfield," he said, "do you think she meant what she said? that is, do you think she will ever be led to change her mind?"
"All things are possible," said Winfield.