"That he had come across something in the course of his investigations which had given him a shock," he said. "He seemed all broken up. Of course, it may have been something else altogether. At any rate, I have his word for it. He has ceased his investigations altogether, and broken with Sydney Barnes." The afternoon was warm, but she shivered as she rose a little abruptly to her feet. He laid his hand upon her arm. "Not without my answer," he begged. She shook her head sadly. "My very dear friend," she said sadly, "you must always be. That is all!" He took his place by her side. "Your very dear friend," he repeated. "Well, it is a relationship I don't know much about. I haven't had many friendships amongst your sex. Tell me exactly what my privileges would be." "You will learn that," she said, "in time." He shook his head. "I think not," he declared. "Friendship, to be frank with you, would not satisfy me in the least." "Then I must lose you altogether," she murmured, in a low tone. "I don't think so," he affirmed coolly. "I consider that you belong to me already. You are only postponing the time when I shall claim you." She made no remark, and behind her veil her face told him little. A moment later they issued from the Park and stood on the pavement before the Baroness' flat. She held out her hand without a word. "I think," he said, "that I should like to come in and see the Baroness." "Not now," she begged. "We shall meet again at dinner-time." "Where?" he asked eagerly. "Madame desired me to ask you to join us at the Grosvenor," she answered, "at half-past eight." "I shall be delighted," he answered, promptly. "You nearly forgot to tell me." She shook her head. "No! I didn't," she said. "I should not have let you go away without giving you her message." "And you will let me bring you home afterwards?" "We shall be delighted," she answered. "I shall be with Amy, of course." He smiled as he raised his hat and let her pass in. "The Baroness," he said, "is always kind." He stood for a moment on the pavement. Then he glanced at his watch and hailed a cab. "The Sheridan Club," he told the man. He had decided to appeal to the Colonel. CHAPTER XXXIX THE COLONEL'S MISSION Wrayson was greeted enthusiastically, as he entered the club billiard-room, by a little circle of friends, unbroken except for the absence of Stephen Heneage. The Colonel came across and laid his hand affectionately on his arm. "How goes it, Herbert?" he asked. "The seabreezes haven't tanned you much." "I'm all right," Wrayson declared. "Had a capital time." "You'll dine here to-night, Herbert?" Wrayson shook his head. "I meant to," he declared, "but another engagement's turned up. No! I don't want to play pool, Mason. Can't stop. Colonel, do me a favour." The Colonel, who was always ready to do any one a favour, signified his willingness promptly enough. But even then Wrayson hesitated.