He had not come to the end of his disquisition before he discovered that he spoke to deaf ears. The old lady for once was inattentive: she had sat screening her face from the fire with a large palm fan while he unburdened himself, and she began now with a certain hesitation: "My pretext, Philip! When I said that I made it for you it was only half true. In effect, my dear, I had something to tell you--something disagreeable." "Concerning me?" he asked. "Certainly," she said--"something I have heard." He looked vaguely across at her, finding her obscurity a little strained, waiting for her to speak. The silence that intervened was beginning to harass him, when she said suddenly: "I will be quite plain. I think you ought to know. There is a scandal abroad about you--about you and some woman." "Some woman!" he repeated blankly. "What woman?" He leant back in his chair, laughing his pleasant, low laugh. "I am sorry," he said, "I can't be as seriously annoyed as I ought; it is too foolish. My conscience really does not help me to discover her--this woman. Do you know any more?" She shook her head. "It is not a nice story," she said. "No, I have heard no name; only the story is current. I have heard it from three sources. I thought you had better know of it." "Thank you," he answered, rising to go. "Yes, it is a thing one may as well know. It is very kind of them, these people, to take such trouble, to be sufficiently interested. Upon my honour, I do not know that I very much care. After all, what does it matter?" "Nothing to me," said Lady Garnett, with a little shrug of disdain--"nothing, _Dieu me pardonne_! even if it were true." "Well, good-bye," he said. As he held her hand for a moment between his own he thought it trembled slightly. "Ah, no!" she said quickly; "it is a phrase I decline. Come and see me soon. I am an old woman, my friend, and I have outlived my generation. I have said too many good-byes in my time. It is _au revoir_." "With all my heart," he said, smiling. "_Au revoir_." Her quaint intimation--that was the manner in which he characterized it--was already dismissed from his mind when he emerged into the street.