This morning--it was a Friday morning--Laura, trying hard to shake off her depression, told herself that she and Alice might as well go for a ride. It was a beautiful day, and the wind blew soft. They would go across the downs to a certain lonely spot which Alice loved. Laura was already in the hall in her riding habit, waiting for the child, when there came a telephone message through from Pewsbury. It was from the Bank asking what time Mr. Pavely would be there. A gentleman with whom he had made an appointment for ten o'clock, had been waiting for him since that hour. It was now nearly eleven. Laura turned to the servant: "Did Mr. Pavely give you any message to send on to the Bank?" she asked. The man answered, "No, ma'am, not that I understood. Mr. Pavely didn't come himself to the telephone." "What was the message exactly?" Laura was always kind and courteous in her manner to her servants, and they were all attached to her. "It was as how Mr. Pavely was being detained, and could not be home last night, ma'am. The person who gave the message was in a great hurry--he cut me off before I could say anything to him." "I suppose we ought to have telephoned to the Bank early this morning," said Laura thoughtfully. But it had never occurred to her that it would be necessary for her to do so. Her husband was a very exact man of business. She had taken it as certain that he had also communicated with the Bank. "Who was it telephoned just now?" she asked. "I think it was Mr. Privet himself, ma'am. He said he felt sure Mr. Pavely intended to be back this morning, because of the gentleman he had arranged to see." "Perhaps I had better speak to Mr. Privet myself," said Laura. "Is that you, Mr. Privet?" "I wish you a very good morning, Mrs. Pavely. I didn't mean to put you to any trouble, but you see the matter is important----" Even through the telephone she could hear a mysterious tone in the old voice, though he was speaking in so low a tone that she could scarcely hear. "It's Lord St. Amant. He's been here since ten o'clock, and he says he can't stop any longer. Mr. Pavely made an appointment with his lordship over a week ago. It's very strange he should have forgotten, isn't it, Mrs. Pavely?" "Yes, I think it _is_ strange," she said slowly. "Will you tell his lordship that I'm exceedingly sorry that word was not sent him. If I had known of the appointment, of course I would have communicated with him either by telephone or by a note." "Then I'm to put off all Mr. Pavely's appointments for to-day?" "Well, yes, Mr. Privet, that seems to me the only thing you can do." Laura smiled a little as she left the telephone. Mr. Privet's tone, if not his words, made it quite clear that he thought Mr. Pavely had committed a serious solecism, almost the worst solecism a country banker could commit, in not keeping an appointment with the great man of the neighbourhood, who was to be the new Lord Lieutenant of the county.