“Very likely. Did he expect to come to Paris?”
“Yes; but he is seeing London and its environs first. I think he has a friend or relative over here somewhere, and hopes to meet him or her.”
The smiling suavity which Mrs. Harcourt showed in the early part of the conversation was gone. It seemed as if some anxiety were disturbing her.
But she felt that she had already said more about this Mr. Wentworth than was prudent, and dropped the subject.
Mr. Wilkins extended his call to half an hour and then rose to go.
“I would ask you to call again, Mr. Wilkins,” said Mrs. Harcourt, “but I am not sure how long we shall remain in Paris.”
“Thank you, but my time is up, and I shall leave for London this evening.”
“Where are you staying, Mr. Wilkins?” asked Ben.
“At the Hotel Wagram.”
“I will send round to you the letter to the Earl of Bentley.”