"Mr.---- who?" asked Mr. Nash. Mrs. Nash changed colour. The maid repeated the visitor's name. "She must mean Morgan the butler; what does he mean by coming here?"
"I--I can't think."
She was conscious of that sudden sickness which she had experienced once before; all at once the room seemed to be whirling round and round. The maid went on.
"He said he'd call again; he couldn't say quite when, but he'd certainly call again before you left Littlehampton."
"Like his impudence! What on earth can the fellow mean? By the way, Louisa, have you seen a letter-case of mine lying about?"
"No, sir, that I haven't."
Mr. Nash went into the next room, hurriedly. So soon as he was through the door he saw the letter-case upon the mantelpiece, where Mr. Morgan had left it. The sight of it seemed to surprise him.
"Who put it there? I'll swear I didn't. Louisa, have you been in here since I went out?"
"No, sir; not once."
"Has Mrs. Lorrimer?"