"It is a question of time; but the end may come at any moment. There never was any hope from the beginning. From the first it was a matter of days and weeks, I did not know when I first saw your little daughter that she could live even as long as she has done, but the injury to the spine was low down, which doubtless accounts for this fact." Ogilvie bowed, offered a fee, which Sir Henry refused, and left the house. Although he had just received the blow which he expected to receive, he felt strangely quiet, his troublesome heart was not troublesome any longer. There was no excitement whatever about him; he had never felt so calm in all his life before. He knew well that, as far as earthly success and earthly hope and earthly joy went, he was coming to the end of the ways. He knew that he had strength for the task which lay before him. He went to the nearest telegraph office and sent three telegrams to Lord Grayleigh. He pre-paid the answers of each, sending one to Grayleigh's club, another to his house in town, and another to Grayleigh Manor. The contents of each were identical. "Wire immediately the next meeting of the directors of the Lombard Deeps." He gave as the address to which the reply was to be sent his own house in Belgrave Square. Having done this he paid a visit to his solicitor, Mr. Acland. Acland did not know that he had come back, and was unfeignedly glad to see him, but when he observed the expression on his friend's face, he started and said: "My dear fellow, you don't look the better for your trip; I am sorry to see you so broken down." "I have a good deal to try me," said Ogilvie; "please do not discuss my looks. It does not matter whether I am ill or well. I have much to do and must do my work quickly. You have heard, of course, about the child?" "Of her accident?" exclaimed Acland; "yes, her mother wrote to me some time ago--she had a fall from her pony?" "She had." "Take a chair, won't you, Ogilvie?" Ogilvie dropped into one. Acland looked at him and then said, slowly: "I judged from Mrs. Ogilvie's note that there was nothing serious the matter. I hope I am not mistaken." "You are mistaken," replied Ogilvie; "but I cannot quite bear to discuss this matter. Shall we enter at once on the real object of my visit?" "Certainly," said Acland. A clerk entered the room. "Leave us," said Acland to the man, "and say to any inquirers that I am particularly engaged. Now, Ogilvie," he added as the clerk withdrew, "I am quite at your service." "Thank you. There is a little business which has just come to my ears, and which I wish to arrange quickly. My wife tells me that she has borrowed two thousand pounds from you in order to pay a deposit on the place on the Thames called Silverbel." "Yes, the place where your wife is now staying." "Exactly."