“Perhaps!” was all that I said in return.
“Is the person within your reach?”
“Not yet.”
“Do you know where the person is?”
“No.”
He laid his head languidly on the back of his chair, with a trembling long-drawn sigh. Was he disappointed? Or was he relieved? Or was he simply exhausted in mind and body alike? Who could fathom him? Who could say?
“Will you give me five minutes?” he asked, feebly and wearily, without raising his head. “You know already how any reference to events at Gleninch excites and shakes me. I shall be fit for it again, if you will kindly give me a few minutes to myself. There are books in the next room. Please excuse me.”
I at once retired to the circular antechamber. He followed me in his chair, and closed the door between us.