"If I need 'em at all it'll be in about three days. To-day's Thursday--say Sunday." "I'll do what I can." "You're a brick. Oh, by the way, I spoke to Darcy about that letter you gave me at the Hyde Park Club." "And he told you to keep a still tongue in your head and leave it to me." "How did you know that?" "It's good advice," she continued, ignoring his question, "and I'll give you some more. If I make any suggestion after dinner, advocate it warmly--put it through." "You mean to get that letter to-night?" "I must get it to-night." "But suppose he's left it in London?" "Then I must find it out this evening, and take steps to procure it there." "You wouldn't have his rooms searched?" "I must have that letter--that's all," she replied. "You don't know what it means to me?" "I don't know anything about it. But why not ask him for it?" "Tell him it was mine, and that I sent it to Darcy," she exclaimed, incredulously. "I say," he ventured to expostulate--"you know I am no milksop--but don't you think that you and the Colonel are getting a trifle thick? He's a married man, you know, and----" She flushed angrily, and then controlling herself, said quietly: "Oblige me by going to the drawing-room at once, Lieutenant Kingsland. We've been here too long already." He bit his lip, looked at her, laughed shamefacedly, and thrusting his hands into his trousers' pockets, went out. Having given him time to make his escape, she slowly followed his footsteps. * * * * * Stanley dreaded meeting his friends, as a man does who stands convicted of having done something foolish, and while he was wondering whom he had better encounter first, Lady Isabelle settled the question for him by meeting him in the great hall. "This is indeed unexpected," she said. "After what you told me at Lady Rainsford's tea, it's naturally the last place where I should have thought of seeing you." "I don't suppose our hostess considered it necessary to mention that I was coming, after all." "I believe that she did say something at luncheon about receiving a telegram from you; but as you had assured me that you were not to be here, and as I was much engaged----" "In literary pursuits with Lieutenant Kingsland," he said, finishing her sentence for her, at which termination her Ladyship flushed, and the Secretary felt that in the first round at least he had given as good as he had received. "But I want you to understand the reason of my coming," he said, leading her to a seat in a little alcove. "I feel that I owe you some explanation." "I don't see why you should," she replied coldly. "I'm sure you have a perfect right to do one thing and say another without consulting me." Lady Isabelle was nettled, for she felt he had trifled with the serious side of her nature. She had offered him good advice which he had pretended to accept, and straightway her back was turned, he had unblushingly belied his words.