"You will return to-morrow night, I suppose?" said Lady Gethin.
"Most probably. I don't fancy I shall get any intelligence that will send me further afield."
"You must come and tell me your news as soon as possible."
"Of course I shall, gladly."
"Then dine with me the day after to-morrow. I shall not ask any one to break our solitude à deux."
"Thank you. It is an infinite comfort to talk to you, though I know very well you are sceptical on some points where I cling to belief."
After some more conversation they parted, and Glynn, disturbed, but scarcely hopeful, went home to snatch what repose he could before his early start next day.
While Glynn was making his way to Mrs. Storrer's temporary abode through muddy streets and a chilling shower of sleet, Deering sat over a glowing fire in the particular apartment occupied by him in his town house. He was in London for a few days on his way to visit a sporting friend in Leicestershire, and was utilizing the time by an interview with his solicitor, who had already risen to take leave, when Deering's valet entered and handed a card to his master, who, glancing at it with a frown, said:
"Ask him to sit down; I will see him presently," and he continued the conversation with his legal adviser, though his eyes wandered more than once to the card which lay beside him.