“Yes, Sir Seymour. He called early this afternoon. I had orders to say Miss Van Tuyn and Miss Cronin were both out. He wrote a note downstairs which was sent up.”
“He may call again at any time. Get rid of him.”
“Yes, Sir Seymour.”
“Thanks. I rely on your discretion.”
And Sir Seymour went towards the lift, where the page-boy was waiting.
Miss Van Tuyn met him at the threshold of her sitting-room. She was very pale. She greeted him eagerly.
“How good of you to call again! Do come in. I haven’t stirred. I haven’t been out all day.”
She shut the sitting-room door.
“He has been here!”
“So I heard.”