The injured lady met her betrayer with marked constraint. She seemed to anticipate little pleasure from the interview, but had evidently made up her mind to go through with it as a duty she owed her reputation and her friend Mr. Brown. This gentleman was grave, elderly, and of an unmistakably professional aspect. In a vague way Heriot fancied he had seen his face before, though he could not recollect where. "Well," said Mr. Walkingshaw genially, "here we all are; and now what's the business before the meeting?" "I understand," replied Mr. Brown, in a calm and gentle voice, "that you have broken off your engagement with this lady. Now, as a--well, I may say, as an interested friend of Mrs. Dunbar, I should very much like to have your reasons." Heriot smiled. "Will you undertake to believe them?" "I undertake to give them my closest professional consideration, whatever they are." "May I ask if you are a lawyer?" Mr. Brown coughed once or twice before replying. "He is," said Andrew decisively, and Mr. Brown seemed content to let this reply pass as his own. "You can talk to me with the utmost frankness," he said; "in fact, I infinitely prefer it." "Well," began Heriot, "the simple fact of the matter is that I am growing rapidly younger." "Ah?" commented Mr. Brown. It was curious that he should exchange a quick glance, not with the lady whose interests he was representing, but with her errant lover's faithful son. "Yes," said Mr. Walkingshaw, warming to his narrative, "I am literally racing backwards. It is like a drive over a road one has passed along before, only in the opposite direction and much faster. I simply whizz past the old milestones. Now, a man who is behaving like that has no business to marry an already mature lady, who is growing older at the rate of, say one, while he is growing younger at the rate of, say ten; has he, Mr. Brown?" "No," replied Mr. Brown emphatically, "I honestly don't think he has." Heriot was delighted with this confirmation of his judgment. He threw a glance at the widow to see how she took it, but her eyes were cast down, and she displayed no emotion whatever. "That's the long and the short of the matter, Mr. Brown. I make the profoundest apologies to my charming relative; but if you agree that I acted for the best, I suppose we might as well adjourn and have a cup of tea." "Just one moment," said Mr. Brown gently. "I should like to have a few more particulars regarding this very interesting phenomenon, if you don't mind." "Not a bit, my dear sir. It's a very natural curiosity." "You feel, of course, a considerable exhilaration of spirits in consequence of this change?" "I'm simply bursting with them." "Naturally, naturally. And you propose, no doubt, to exercise your activities in some beneficial way?" "In a dozen ways. I've already been the means of securing two happy engagements for my youngest children." "And breaking off two," said Andrew.