"With me--at this hour!"
"Well, I've found you, and that's what I wanted."
"Herbert!" She went still closer, almost as if expecting a caress; but when he showed no inclination to take advantage of his opportunities, she saw from his face, in the moonlight, that there was something wrong. "My lord, what ails you?"
"Everything; I've come up to tell you that what we were talking about yesterday is clean off."
"And of what were we talking--yesterday?"
"Why, about our marriage, and all that kind of thing. I can't marry; I don't suppose I ever shall be able to; you'd better give me the mitten right away. To begin with, I've found out--or, rather, I've had the fact forced upon me, that I'm in a mess."
"What kind of mess?"
"Money, of course; what else counts?"
"How much?"
"If I don't get two hundred pounds--and where am I going to get two hundred pounds? why, I haven't as many shillings--and get it pretty soon, I shall have to----"