“No. I went down this morning for the purpose, but he was not up.”
“That was providential. And about Franceline, am I to understand there is a distinct engagement between you?”
“As distinct as need be for a man of honor.”
“Since when?”
“Last night.”
Sir Simon winced. This at any rate was his doing. He had taken every pains to precipitate what now he would have given almost anything he possessed to undo.
“I’ll tell you what it is, you must leave the matter in my hands. I will see the count as soon as you are gone. I will tell him that your uncle has been called off suddenly on important business that required your presence, and that you have gone with him. For the present it is not necessary to say more; it would be cruel to do so.”
“I will abide by your advice,” said Clide submissively; “but afterwards—what if this terrible news turns out to be true?”
“It has yet to be proved.”
“If it is proved it will kill her!” exclaimed Clide, speaking rather to himself than to his companion.