"I have been waiting for a word."
"What right had you to wait? Go and get it out of her! Where will you stay?"
He gasped.
"There is the farm at the head of the valley."
"Telegraph to-night."
He thought a little—the colour flooding into his face. And then he quietly went to Rose's writing-table, and wrote his telegram.
CHAPTER XXI
But before he took the midday train from Markborough to the North, on the following day, Meynell spent half an hour with his Bishop in the episcopal library.
It was a strange meeting. When Bishop Craye first caught sight of the entering figure, he hurried forward, and as the door closed upon the footman, he seized Meynell's hand in both his own.
"I see what you have gone through," he said, with emotion; "and you would not let me help you!"