Leigh did not stir.
"Are we not to shake hands?"
"Yes, in a moment."
Hanbury waited a while. "I am going now. You have nothing more to say?"
He had not.
He had nothing more to say. He would say no more to anyone. He was dead.
CHAPTER XLI.
[FUGITIVES.]
Hanbury had, during the past few days, carefully avoided meeting friends or acquaintances. He went near no club and kept in the house a good deal. When he went abroad he drove. He did not wish to be asked questions of the most ordinary kind respecting the Ashtons.
The discovery of his foreign extraction had not yet got abroad, but, although Mrs. Grace and her grand-daughter were under his mother's roof, and they were the only persons besides his mother in whom he had confided, he felt as though every one must know. Such things got about in most unaccountable ways.