There was a change in his tone, as he put that question which warned Bennydeck to be on his guard. “I have not yet consulted my friend’s opinion,” he answered, shortly.
Herbert threw off the mask. “In the meantime, you shall have my opinion,” he said. “Your marriage is a crime—and I mean to prevent it.”
The Captain left his chair, and sternly faced the man who had spoken those insolent words.
“Are you mad?” he asked.
Herbert was on the point of declaring himself to have been Catherine’s husband, until the law dissolved their marriage—when a waiter came in and approached him with a message. “You are wanted immediately, sir.”
“Who wants me?”
“A person outside, sir. It’s a serious matter—there is not a moment to lose.”
Herbert turned to the Captain. “I must have your promise to wait for me,” he said, “or I don’t leave the room.”
“Make your mind easy. I shall not stir from this place till you have explained yourself,” was the firm reply.
The servant led the way out. He crossed the passage, and opened the door of a waiting-room. Herbert passed in—and found himself face to face with his divorced wife.