"I'll tell you after dinner." "No; tell me now! I can't wait. I am so anxious and worried that my mind cannot bear suspense." "You brood too much on things," said Raston. "However, the matter is very simple. Miss Tempest wants you to return at once to Colester." "What for? Has her father discovered anything bad about me?" Raston laughed. "No. You are getting morbid on the subject--the result, I suppose, of your late experience of man's injustice. If you will sit down I will tell you what she asked me to say. It is a long story." "An agreeable one, I hope," muttered Leo, dropping dejectedly into a chair. "I really cannot bear much more worry without going to chuck myself into the water." "Haverleigh," said the curate, severely, "that is an ungrateful way to speak, after the mercy God has shown you. Has he not brought you through much tribulation, and set your feet on a rock of safety!" "Well, there are two answers to that, Raston. However, I'll try and behave myself while you tell me what Sybil said." Raston sighed. Not knowing Leo's worry, he was beginning to think him wrong to behave as he did. Still, this was not the time to preach, and, unlike most clergymen, Raston knew where to stop. He sat down near Leo and related the whole story of Lord Kilspindie and his loss. Then he detailed Sybil's idea that Kilspindie might do something for the young man. "And if your future is arranged you can then be married." "I shall never be married, Raston," said Leo, gloomily. "If you knew--But I must keep my own counsel. What takes you to London?" he asked suddenly. "You are such a home bird that there must be some strong reason." "The very strongest," replied the curate, drawing a letter out of his pocket. "But first you must promise to hold your tongue about what I am going to tell you." Leo nodded. "I have too many unpleasant secrets of my own not to keep those of others," he said. "Well, what's up?" "Read this letter from Pratt." "Pratt!" Haverleigh took the letter hurriedly. "Why, what is he writing to you about?" He cast his eyes over the letter. It was to the effect that Pratt would be glad to see Raston at a certain place in London to speak with him about the cup which had been lost. It asked the curate to keep the contents of the letter a secret, or at all events to tell only Leo Haverleigh. Also, it warned Raston that if he behaved treacherously, and brought down the police on Pratt, that there would be the devil to pay. These last words were underlined and shocked the curate. The time and place of the appointment were also underlined, and from the way in which the meeting was arranged Leo could see that his father had contrived to see Raston without running the risk of arrest. "I wonder what he wants to see you about!" said Leo, handing back the letter and speaking uneasily. He fancied that Pratt might be going to reveal to Raston the secret of his own paternity.