In a moment the footman entered with a note.
“A boy messenger has just brought this, sir,” he said.
Eustace took it, and, as the man went out and shut the door, opened it, and read:
“Victoria Station.“This is to say good-bye. By the time it reaches you Ishall have left London. Not alone. I have seen the cartoon.It is very like you.Winifred.”
Eustace sank down in a chair.
On the table at his elbow lay Vanity Fair. Mechanically he looked at it, and read once more the words beneath his picture, “His aim is to amuse.”