"I think he will see us," I murmured to Beresford, when we were alone.
I for one had satisfied my intellectual cravings for Canadian geography, when we heard steps approaching on the gravel. A moment later Grayle was framed, though he had to stoop for it, in the doorway. He looked at me with a frown which deepened at sight of Beresford.
"Well?" he demanded.
"Good evening, Grayle," I said. "I've come with a message from O'Rane."
"What are you doing here?" he asked Beresford.
The promise was honourably observed, and there was no answer.
"I brought him as a witness in case you shewed any tendency to be violent," I said. "Grayle, O'Rane thinks that, the sooner you give up your seat in the House, the better. For what it's worth, I agree with him."
He was still standing in the doorway with his fingers on the handle. Clearly he expected something more.
"Is that all?" he asked.