Excessive comfort is enervating. After a brief and futile resistance he found Mina Zabriska in the room, and himself regarding her with mingled consternation and amusement. Relics of excitement hung about the Imp, but they were converted to business purposes. She came as an agent. The name of her principal awoke Southend's immediate interest. "She's come up to London?" he exclaimed. "Yes, both of us. We're at their old home." Southend discovered his _pince-nez_ and studied her thin mobile little face. "And what have you come up for?" he asked after a pause. Mina shrugged her shoulders. "Just to see what's going on," she said. "I dare say you wonder what I've got to do with it?" His manner seemed to assent, and she indicated her position briefly. "Oh, that's it, is it? You knew the late Lady Tristram. And you knew----" Again he regarded her thoughtfully. "I hope Lady Tristram--the new one--is well?" There was the sound of a whispered consultation outside the door; it drew Mina's eyes in that direction. "That's all right," he smiled. "It's only my wife scolding the butler for having let you in. This is my time for rest." "Rest!" exclaimed Mina rather scornfully. "You wrote to Cecily as if you could do something." "That was rash of me. What do you want done? I've heard about you from Iver, you know." "Oh, the Ivers have nothing to do with this. It's just between Cecily and Mr. Tristram." "And you and me, apparently." "What was your idea when you wrote? I made Cecily let me come and see you because it sounded as if you had an idea." If he had no idea, it was clear that contempt awaited him. "I wanted to be friendly. But as for doing anything--well, that hardly depends on me." "But things can't go on as they are, you know," she said brusquely. "Unhappily, as I understand the law----" "Oh, I understand the law too--and very silly it is. I suppose it can't be changed?" "Good gracious, my dear Madame Zabriska! Changed!" And on this point too! _Nolumus leges Angliæ_---- He just stopped himself from the quotation. "What are Acts of Parliament for?" Mina demanded. "Absolutely out of the question," he laughed. "Even if everybody consented, absolutely." "And Harry Tristram wouldn't consent, you mean?" "Well, could any man?" Mina looked round the room with a discontented air; there is such a lamentable gulf between feeling that something must be done and discovering what it is. "I don't say positively that nothing can be done," he resumed after a moment, dangling his glass and looking at her covertly. "Are you at leisure this afternoon?" "If you've got anything to suggest." Mina had grown distrustful of his intelligence, and her tone showed it. "I thought you might like to come and see a friend of mine, who is kind enough to be interested in Harry Tristram." He added, with the consciousness of naming an important person, "I mean Lady Evenswood." "Who's she?" asked the Imp curtly.