'Has she? The engagement was broken off finally when Gorley left England. They had nothing more to do with one another, no common interests, no common future. Has she?' 'It seems to me, yes!' 'We have kept the knowledge from her up till now. No one could blame you if you kept it from her a little longer.' The argument smacked of sophistry to Drake. He had an unreasoned conviction that the girl had a right to learn the truth from him. 'I think I ought to tell her if she asks me.' 'I might forbid you to do it,' grumbled Mr. Le Mesurier. 'Do you?' asked Drake. The question brought Mr. Le Mesurier up short. It was a direct question, inviting a responsible decision, and Mr. Le Mesurier was averse by nature to making such decisions out of hand. If Drake cared for Clarice, he reflected, it was really in Drake's province to decide the point rather than in his own. 'I don't know enough of you,' he replied, 'to either forbid or give you permission.' Drake wondered what the sentence meant. 'In that case I must take my own course,' he said, and he went out of the room and mounted the stairs. CHAPTER VI It was the dusk of a February afternoon. Drake had found the lamps lit in Mr. Le Mesurier's library, and the gas was burning in the hall and on the stairs. But within the drawing-room all the light there was came from the fire leaping upon the hearth and from the two recessed windows which faced it. In the farthest of these windows Drake saw Miss Le Mesurier standing, the outline of her face relieved, as it were, against a gray panel of twilight. As the door closed, she turned and took a step into the room. Drake could no longer see more than the shape of her head and the soft waves of hair crowning it; he could not distinguish a single feature, but none the less, as she stood facing him, he felt of a sudden his heart sink within him and his whole strength race out of his body. Clarice stood still; and he became possessed with a queer longing that she would move again, forwards, within the focus of the firelight. However, she spoke from where she stood. 'You have seen my father.' Instinctively Drake walked to the fireplace, but she did not follow. 'I have just left him,' he replied. 'He told me what the question was which you wished me to answer.' 'And forbade you to answer it, I suppose?' 'No. He left the choice to me.' 'Well?' she asked. 'I mean to answer it to the full,' he said. 'I was not aware till a moment ago that you had been engaged to Gorley.' Then he hesitated. Clarice was still standing in the shadow, and his desire that she should move out of it and within the circle of light grew upon him until it seemed almost as though the sight of her face and the knowledge of how she was receiving the history of the incident were necessary conditions of its narration. 'I suppose that is the reason,' he went on, 'which made you ask me here at first. Why did you never put the question before?'