Potent must be the voice which could draw him from all this! Yet he was listening to it as he walked along. He was free to listen to it now--free since he had left Mrs. Freere's house in Grosvenor Street. Suddenly he found himself face to face with Andy Hayes--not a man he expected to meet in Hyde Park at four o'clock in the afternoon. But Andy explained that he had "knocked off early at the shop" and come west, to have a last look at the idle end of the town--everybody there seemed idle, even if all were not. "Because it's my last day in London. I'm going down to Meriton to-morrow for the summer. I've taken lodgings there--going to be an up-and-downer," Andy explained. "And I think I shall generally be able to get Friday to Monday down there." To Meriton to-morrow! Harry suffered a sharp and totally unmistakable pang of envy. "Upon my soul, I believe you're right!" he said. "I'm half sick of the racket of town. What's the good of it all? And one gets through the devil of a lot of money. And no time to do anything worth doing! I don't believe I've opened a book for a week." "Well, why don't you come down too? It would be awfully jolly if you did." "Oh, it's not altogether easy to chuck everything and everybody," Harry reminded his friend, who did not seem to have reflected what a gap would be caused by Mr. Harry Belfield's departure from the metropolis. "Still I shall think about it. I could get through a lot of work at home." The historical and sociological reading obligingly supplied an excellent motive for a flight from the too-engrossing gaieties of town. "And, of course, there's no harm in keeping an eye on the Division." The potent voice was gathering allies apace! Winning causes have that way. "I might do much worse," Harry concluded thoughtfully. Andy was delighted. Harry's presence would make Meriton a different place to him. He too, for what he was worth (it is not possible to say that he was worth very much in this matter), became another ally of the potent voice, urging the joys of country life and declaring that Harry already looked "fagged out" by the arduous pleasures of London life. "I shall think about it seriously," said Harry, knowing in himself that the voice had won. "Are you doing anything to-night? I happen for once to have an off evening." "No; only I'd thought of dropping into the pit somewhere. I haven't seen 'Hamlet' at the--" "Oh lord!" interrupted Harry. "Let's do something a bit more cheerful than that! Have you seen the girl at the Empire--the Nun? Not seen her? Oh, you must! We'll dine at the club and go; and I'll get her and another girl to come on to supper. I'll give you a little fling for your last night in town. Will you come?" "Will I come? I should rather think I would!" cried Andy.