"Nobody," Geoffrey replied. "Do you want to say anything to me?" Ralph made no reply. Geoffrey watched him curiously. "Do you know you seem to be a long way off to me this afternoon?" he said presently. "I can't quite explain my meaning. Since you have worn those glasses you look a different man. There, now you are yourself again." Ralph had taken off the glasses for a moment. "Is the difference very marked?" Ralph asked. "Very marked, indeed. Honestly, I should not have known you." Ralph gave a sigh, whether of sorrow or satisfaction Geoffrey could not say. "Time will prove whether the disguise is of any value or not," he said. "I came to ask you about this evening. Are you going?" "Of course I am. Mrs. Mona May fascinates me. On the whole, I have deemed it advisable to say nothing to the others. We cannot call upon Mrs. May and they need not know that I have had any intercourse with her." Ralph nodded. Perhaps he alone knew the real need for secrecy in this matter. "Quite right," he said. "The less said the better. She wrote to you, of course?" "Oh, yes. I had the letter yesterday." "And destroyed it, of course?" "Upon my word, I've forgotten. I see you are angry with me. Well, I will try not to make a similar mistake again." From the expression of his face Ralph was greatly moved. His features flamed with anger, he was trembling with passion to his finger-tips. Then his mood suddenly changed. He laid a kindly hand on Geoffrey's knee. "My boy," he said, earnestly. "There are reasons, weighty reasons why I cannot take you entirely into my confidence. If I did so, you would see the vital necessity of caution even in the most minute matters. You will see that Mrs. May's letter is destroyed at once." "I will, uncle. The rest of the family believe I am going to Alton to-night." Ralph nodded. He seemed already to have forgotten the circumstances. He had fallen into one of those waking reveries that were deep as sleep to most men. Geoffrey spoke to him more than once, but failed to gain the slightest attention. Then Ralph rose and moved away like a man in a dream. Geoffrey lounged about till he had finished his cigarette. He tossed the end away and then proceeded towards the house. He would get that letter and destroy it without further delay. But this was easier said than done, for the simple reason that the letter was nowhere to be found. High and low Geoffrey searched for it, but all to no purpose. Had he left it in the dining-room or the library? Possibly in the latter place, seeing that he had written a couple of notes there earlier in the day. It was dim, not to say gloomy in the library, and for a moment Geoffrey failed to see that Vera was seated at the table. He crossed over and touched her caressingly on the cheek. She looked up coldly. "What are you looking for?" she asked. "A letter, dearest," Geoffrey replied. "But why do you look so strange----"