The gentleman hesitated. The position was an awkward one. "Is there no one I can see? No friend, perhaps, staying in the house?" he inquired at last. A gleam of light--the footman, murmuring an unintelligible name, turns appealingly to Mr Blinkhorn in the background, who comes forward. "Miss Heyrecourt is staying here at present, sir--a relation of my master's," Mr Blinkhorn condescended to explain, going on to express his readiness to convey the stranger's card to the young lady if he would favour him with the same. A look of relief overspread the countenance of Gerald Thurston, for he it was who had undertaken to carry the sick man's message to his daughter, Frank being hopelessly engaged in clerical duties. "Miss Eyrecourt?" exclaimed Mr Thurston, hunting for a calling-card; "I am very glad to hear it. She will see me, I am sure." Mr Blinkhorn and his satellites thought this looked suspicious, and afterwards retailed the stranger's delight at the mention of Miss Eyrecourt's name for the benefit of the servant's hall. In another minute Gerald was shaking hands with Roma, and explaining to her the reason of his sudden appearance. At first her expression was bright and cheerful; she was evidently pleased to see him again and interested in what he had to tell. But as he went on, her face grew grave--graver even than there seemed cause for. "There is nothing immediate to be feared," Gerald said, in conclusion; "Mr Laurence may linger for months as he is, or he _may_, it's just possible, he may recover. I saw the doctor after I had seen Sydney this morning. I thought it would be more satisfactory for Eu--for Mrs Chancellor to hear I had done so." "Yes," said Roma, "it was a good thought;" but she spoke a little absently, and still looked very grave. "I hope Eugenia will be able to go at once," she went on. "She is not very strong, but I think she is quite well enough to go, and I am sure she will think so. Only you know," with a smile, "she must consult her husband too, and I don't know what he will say. You see, she has been more or less an invalid for so long." "I did not know it," said Gerald, with concern and surprise. "Indeed, I don't think Sydney does." "Does she not?" exclaimed Roma. "Eugenia must have concealed it then. A mistake, I think. Those things always lead to misapprehension. But she is really much better now. Shall I go and tell her? She had a headache to-day, that was why she didn't want to see any one. There is not much time to spare. When did you say you must leave?" "The best train leaves Chilworth at six; the next at 7:30," he replied. "Well, I must tell her at once, then," said Roma. "I am leaving here myself at five. I have only been here two days, on my way, or rather out of my way, north. I spend to-night at Stebbing with some friends who happen to be going north too, to-morrow."