A clever man would simply have stated the fact of finding himself less well off than he expected, and the fact so stated would have been held sufficient excuse; but Paul Lyons was not clever, and he hesitated, muttered something about not being his own, and gave his friends directly an unfavourable impression. Manner so often speaks more plainly than words. Even this refuge seemed to have lost its charm now this unexpected annoyance had crept up. He could himself do nothing to strip himself of this money since it was not his but belonged to his wife. He took a long walk by the Embankment, and, in the mood he was in, it was natural that the past, with all its follies and the many foolish and wrong things he had done when he was younger, came before him. What right had he to judge his wife so severely? His temptations and hers were different; was his standard so much higher than hers because he had not known the want of money as she had? He began to feel that he had behaved unkindly, and hurried back to that hotel in Brook Street where they were again staying. He would apologise, and, though he could not keep that money, and hoped she would give it up, still they had enough to get on with;--if their bread had no butter, still, there would be bread. He arrived tired out, and was confronted by his mother, in a state of abject despair, her face blurred with tears, who announced that Grace had gone! What had passed? It was in vain that he tried to get Lady Lyons to tell him, in rational order, anything about his wife's departure. Afraid of her son's anger, bewildered by Grace's sudden departure, the poor lady's ideas were entangled in a confusion from which she could not extricate herself; and her son, accustomed as he was to sift her statements, could make nothing of them now. Suddenly she quoted something said by Sir Albert Gerald. "Was he here then?" "Yes, he was here. I think, Paul, though I am not quite sure, and I do not want to assert anything not quite the case, that Grace sent for him." Paul had a natural movement of anger;--Why should a third person be sent for by his wife? What business had any third person to come between them? "Where has she gone?" he asked, his self-reproach of an hour ago still softening him towards Grace. "I really do not know--but to Scotland I think. I heard her say to Sir Albert, 'You will escort me,' and he said he was going to Scotland, so I suppose she has gone there also." "And left no message, or note, or anything for me?" said Paul, with rising anger, not yet fully understanding that Grace had really gone. "Oh, my dear Paul! how stupid I am. Yes, she left a note for you, or a letter--let me see was it a letter?--no, I remember thinking it was oddly folded." "Will you please give it to me?" asked Paul with the calmness of despair.