A heavy portiere separated the rooms; that which they now entered, less gorgeous in itself, and less glaringly lit, was one in which Phillis often sat; her piano was in a corner, and a sudden remembrance struck Jack of the evening when she had been at the window, and had gone out to him at his request. A dark flush rose to his forehead at the recollection; how changed were his thoughts of her since then, and yet by the strange irony of fate, or more truly by his own folly, then she was his, and now they were separated--for ever? Oliver Trent, watchful and composed, threw himself into a great chair; Ibbetson stood with his back to the fire. Moved by these thoughts, he was less at his ease than he had been throughout the evening, but it was he who had asked for the conversation, and he who had first to speak. "I saw young Masters last night," he began. "So I gathered. Did you find your interview worth the trouble it had cost you?" "You mean a journey from Rome? I think so." "Indeed! Your mission then may be considered fortunate." Trent's soft voice was touched with scorn, perhaps a little more strongly than he would have permitted had it been under perfect control, but Jack took no notice. He repeated, "I think so. I believe I shall now be able to remove some misunderstandings which have been causing his family considerable anxiety and pain. You will allow me to add that it strikes me as a pity that you ever suffered the misunderstandings to exist." "I certainly shall not allow you to add anything which implies that you have the right to interfere with what relates to the private concerns of my own family," said Trent hotly. "I am afraid the veto, if it rested in your hands, would be applied too late," said Jack with a cool scorn which stung the older man. "My advice has been already given." And then he made a step forward on the rug, and a sudden fire flashed into his eyes which few persons had ever seen there. "You are in my uncle's house as his guest, and that, Mr Trent, prevents me from speaking as plainly as I might otherwise do. But it does not hinder my thinking, and I leave you to imagine what is my opinion of a man who has suffered three helpless women, in a foreign land, to endure all the anguish of believing that their son and brother had sunk into a villain when a word from him would have lifted the load from their hearts. Suffered, did I say? Rather himself raised the suspicion in their hearts, and nursed it there." The contempt in the young man's tone was unmistakable. When Trent answered, it was as if he struggled to use the same weapons and could not bring them to bear. "May I enquire from whom you have gathered these remarkable facts?" "From those who were interested," replied Jack after a momentary pause. He did not wish to bring in Bice's name, but Oliver understood whom he meant, and became almost livid. He started up.