"Well, well," said Wentworth, agreeing with the word, and thinking to himself that even the wisest of men looks foolish at times when he has the yoke of matrimony across his shoulders; "after all there is to be said--if we are going to have another war on our hands in Africa, which Heaven forfend, the time of the statesmen over there is hardly come yet." At this moment the door opened and the two men turned round quickly as Rachel came in. "Frank," said Rachel. "Should you mind----" Then she stopped as she saw Wentworth. "Oh, how do you do, Mr. Wentworth? I didn't know you were here. Don't let me interrupt you." "On the contrary," said Wentworth, "it is I who am interrupting your husband." "I only came to see, Frank, if you were very busy," she said. "I am not at this moment. Do you want me to do anything?" "Well, presently, would you play one game of chess with my father? I am not really good enough to be of much use; it doesn't amuse him to play with me." "Yes," said Rendel. "I have just got one or two letters to write and then I'll come." "I think it would really be better," said Rachel, "if he came in here. It is rather a change for him, you know, to come into a different room after having been in the house all day." "Just as you like," said Rendel, without much enthusiasm, but also without any noticeable want of it. "Well," said Wentworth, "I'm not going to keep you any longer, Frank. I just came in to--give you my views about things in general." "Thank you," said Rendel, with a smile. "I am much beholden to you for them." "Perhaps you would come up and see my father, Mr. Wentworth," said Rachel, "before you go away?" "I shall be delighted," Wentworth said. His feeling towards Sir William Gore was kindly on the whole, and the kindliness was intensified at this moment by compassion, although he could not help resenting a little that Gore should have been an indirect cause of Rendel's refusing what Wentworth considered was the chance of his friend's life. He shook hands with Rendel and prepared to follow Rachel. At this moment a loud, double knock resounded upon the hall door with a peremptoriness which must have induced an unusual and startling rapidity in the movements of Thacker, Rendel's butler, for almost instantly afterwards he threw open the study door with a visible perturbation and excitement in his demeanour, saying-- "It's Lord Stamfordham, sir, who wants particularly to see you." And to Rendel's amazement Lord Stamfordham appeared in the doorway. He bowed to Wentworth, whom he knew slightly, and shook hands with Rachel. She then went straight out, followed by Wentworth. As the door closed behind them, Stamfordham, answering Rendel's look of inquiry and without waiting for any interchange of greetings, said hurriedly-- "Rendel, I want you to do me a service."