"Stephen hopes to get over for dinner to-night!"
"Unfortunate—as I may very probably not see him," said her father, sharply. "I am going to Markborough, and may have to stay the night!"
"You are going to see the Bishop?" asked his daughter, timidly. Her father nodded, adding after a minute, as he began upon his egg:
"However, I must have some conversation with Stephen before long. He knows that I have not felt able to stay my hand to meet his wishes; and perhaps now he will let me understand a little more plainly than I do, what his own position is."
The speaker's tone betrayed bitterness of feeling. Theresa looked pained.
"Father, I am sure—"
"Don't be sure of anything, my dear, with regard to Stephen! He has fallen more and more under Meynell's influence of late, and I more than suspect that when the time comes he will take sides openly with him. It will be a bitter blow to me, but that he doesn't consider. I don't expect consideration from him, either as to that—or other things. Has he been hanging round the Fox-Wiltons lately as usual?"
Theresa looked troubled.
"He told me something the other night, father, I ought to have told you.
Only—"
"Only what? I am always kept in the dark between you."