The little buhl clock chimed nine in silver tones. He went softly to the door to prevent Grover from coming in and awakening her abruptly. As he opened it, Hemming was approaching with a telegram upon a tray. He took it, and as he read his eyes lit with a gleam of satisfaction. _Is Virginia with you? She left Worthing this morning._ Making a sign to Hemming not to disturb Mrs. Gaunt, he went over to the writing-table and wrote: _Virginia came home to-day, as previously arranged. Seems very well._ As Hemming took the message and departed, Grover came along the passage. Gaunt admitted her, with a shy smile. "I have played her to sleep," he said. "It seems a shame to disturb her." Grover went and stooped over Virginia, then raised her eyes to the husband's face. "Spite of that tiresome chill, she looks a deal stronger, doesn't she, sir?" she asked in hushed accents. He nodded, beckoning her to come to him at some distance, that their lowered tones might not disturb the sleeper. "Grover, is it true, for a fact, that Mrs. Mynors kept back a letter from Mrs. Gaunt to me?" "I can't swear to it, sir, not what they'd take in a court of justice, I suppose; but I'll tell you what happened about it." She related the circumstances, and then asked whether he had, in fact, received the letter. When she heard that he had not, she looked triumphant, but she looked troubled too. "I can't seem to make out the rights of it, sir, but there was something afoot. For some reason which I can't understand, they didn't want her to come back here. I can't make head nor tail of it myself." "Was this Mr. Rosenberg's plot, do you think?" "Well, sir, that is what is so puzzling. Mrs. Mynors is, I suppose, a respectable lady. She isn't what you call fast; and her daughter is a married woman. What could she mean?" "Tell me frankly, Grover. Do you think they had an idea of making mischief, serious enough to cause a breach between Mrs. Gaunt and me?" "Oh, for pity's sake, they couldn't be so wicked as that! And you but just married! But since you have put it so plain, I will just own to you that I feel sure in my own mind about one thing, which is that Baines, that's Mr. Rosenberg's chauffeur, was given orders not to bring back the car to fetch them that night. He never said so to me, not in so many words, but it was the look in his eye, sir, if you understand me." "Do you think that her mother supposed that Mrs. Gaunt was not happy with me?"