"I think I shall."
"Think—Sir Graham!"
"I'll decide to-night. I must have the day to consider. But—yes, you are right. That—that horrible appearance. I suppose it must be evoked by the trickery of my own brain."
"Undoubtedly."
"There can be no other reason for it?"
"None—none."
"Then—then, yes, I had better go from here. But you will come with me?"
"To London?"
"Anywhere—it does not matter."
He looked round him wistfully.