She shrugged her shoulders, and looked at him significantly. "The one you were driving yesterday?" He bit his lip and frowned with vexation, yet on the whole, perhaps, he did not regret her allusion. It was proof that she had not taken the affair too seriously. "The one I was driving yesterday would be a great deal more comfortable," he said; "to-day I only thought of getting here quickly. I have a little business with Mr. Sabin." "Is that a hint for me to go?" she asked. "You are not agreeable this morning! What possible business can you have with my uncle which does not include me? I am not inclined to go away; I shall stay and listen." Mr. Sabin smiled faintly; the girl was showing her sense now at any rate. Wolfenden was obviously embarrassed. Helène remained blandly unconscious of anything serious. "I suppose," she said, "that you want to talk golf again! Golf! Why one hears nothing else but golf down here. Don't you ever shoot or ride for a change?" Wolfenden was suddenly assailed by an horrible suspicion. He could scarcely believe that her unconsciousness was altogether natural. At the bare suspicion of her being in league with this man he stiffened. He answered without looking at her, conscious though he was that her dark eyes were seeking his invitingly, and that her lips were curving into a smile. "I am not thinking of playing golf to-day," he said. "Unfortunately I have less pleasant things to consider. If you could give me five minutes, Mr. Sabin," he added, "I should be very glad." She rose immediately with all the appearance of being genuinely offended; there was a little flush in her cheeks and she walked straight to the door. Wolfenden held it open for her. "I am exceedingly sorry to have been in the way for a moment," she said; "pray proceed with your business at once." Wolfenden did not answer her. As she passed through the doorway she glanced up at him; he was not even looking at her. His eyes were fixed upon Mr. Sabin. The fingers which rested upon the door knob seemed twitching with impatience to close it. She stood quite still for a moment; the colour left her cheeks, and her eyes grew soft. She was not angry any longer. Instinctively some idea of the truth flashed in upon her; she passed out thoughtfully. Wolfenden closed the door and turned to Mr. Sabin. "You can easily imagine the nature of my business," he said coldly. "I have come to have an explanation with you." Mr. Sabin lit a fresh cigarette and smiled on Wolfenden thoughtfully. "Certainly," he said; "an explanation! Exactly!" "Well," said Wolfenden, "suppose you commence, then." Mr. Sabin looked puzzled. "Had you not better be a little more explicit?" he suggested gently.