He thought for some time about where he could have an interview with Nigel. He could not ask him to his own house, nor could he go and see him at Grosvenor Street. His former idea of talking at the club he saw to be impossible. He sat down and wrote: "DEAR HILLIER,--I want to have a talk with you. Will you come and see me at my chambers at four o'clock the day after to-morrow? No. 7 Essex Court, Temple. Yours sincerely, "PERCIVAL KELLYNCH." Nigel was amazed to receive this, and rather alarmed too. It was about a week since he had had Bertha's little letter, but he had made no attempt to see her since. He answered immediately that he would call at the time appointed and passed a very restless day and night beforehand. CHAPTER XXVIII AN INTERVIEW Nigel, filled with curiosity, and rather anxious, arrived punctually to the moment. He was shown into Percy's chambers by a stout and prosperous-looking middle-aged clerk, with a gold watch-chain. He waited there for some minutes, walking slowly up and down the room and examining it. It was a very dull, serious room, almost depressing. On the large table lay bulbous important-looking briefs, tied up with red tape. Framed caricatures of judges and eminent barristers from _Vanity Fair_ hung round the walls. The furniture was scarce, large and heavy. On the mantelpiece was a framed photograph with a closed leather cover. It looked interesting and expensive, and Nigel with his quick movements had the curiosity to go across the room to open it. It contained two lovely photographs of Bertha: one in furs and a hat, the other in evening dress. It irritated Nigel. ... A sound of footsteps gave him only just time to close it with a spring, and sit down. Percy came in looking as Nigel had never seen him look before. There had been an unimportant case in court, but he had been unable to get away before. He was so orderly as a rule that he detested keeping anybody waiting. He looked flushed and hurried, and his black smooth hair was extraordinarily rough and wild. Of course, Nigel remembered, he had just taken off his wig. There was a red line on his forehead, the mark left by this ornament. The effect made him look like a different person. He threw off his coat and spoke seriously and rather formally. "Sorry, Hillier. Delayed in court. Hope I haven't kept you?" "It doesn't matter in the least," Nigel answered in his cheery way. Nigel was looking exceedingly at ease, and happy, though the manner was really assumed to-day. He was very smartly dressed, with light gloves and a buttonhole of violets, and looked a gay contrast to Percy, with his unusually rough hair and solemn expression. "I was very interested. I don't think I've ever seen a barrister's chambers before. Jolly rooms you've got here. What a charming place the Temple is. ... Well! I've been simply dying of curiosity," he went on, with a pleasant smile. "Sit down," said Percy. "Have a cigarette?"