“Yes, Manning, I shall,” Maine answered.
“Well,” the other man continued, looking at his watch and yawning, “I must be going. It's late. Glad to have seen you, Maine. I am to be found at 80 St James's Place. Thanks; yes I will have my coat on. My pipe—oh! here it is. Good-night.”
The door closed, and Maine was left alone.
“Will she tell me to-morrow, or will she be silent?” he said to himself. “That depends on one thing: Has love of truth the largest half of her heart, or love of me?”
He sighed—at the conventionality of the world, perhaps.
III
“I am not at home to any one except Sir Hugh Maine,” Mrs Glinn said to the footman. “You understand?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
He went out softly and closed the door.