"Yes, but never mention my name in the matter. Take the address of the writer, and communicate with her yourself. Save your friend, and make your fortune. Get us all well out of the scrape, and then depend upon me for speaking about you to his lordship. He shall know the part you have played; and no man can be more generous than Lord Railton when the fit is on him."
"Do not trouble yourself, madam, on my account," I replied. "This letter I will borrow, with your leave, for awhile. There is not a moment to lose. The next hour may prove fatal to the interests of our unfortunate friend."
I had not spoken before Mrs Twisleton pulled the bell violently, shook my hand eagerly, and urged me to the door. Within ten minutes, I was face to face with Sinclair.
"Sinclair," said I, "you must return to London with me."
"What has happened, then?" he inquired.
"You stand on a precipice," I continued. "Advance but another step, and you are lost."
"Translate your language, friend," said Rupert, "and suffer me at least to understand you."
"You are mistaken, Sinclair—cruelly deceived."
"What, again?" he asked, with a smile.
"Yes, again and again. No experience teaches you. No conviction reaches your judgment. Will you listen to me, and believe me?"