"I agree. Well, they were not going to give you the chance. They took matters into their own hands. Farquhar knew nothing about Spain; he wrote to me to ask me if I could help them. Well, I helped them. I went over to London, saw your sister and Miss Clandon, and arranged for the journey. I met her at the station to-day, took her to the house of some very respectable English people whom I have known from my boyhood, not people of your class, nor of Miss Clandon's. But I think there she will be very quiet and comfortable." Guy Rossett leaned across the table and held out his hand. "A thousand thanks, Mr Moreno. After this, we must be firm friends. My brave little Isobel, how plucky and daring of her. And you took all this trouble!" There was no suspicion in his frank tones, but Moreno liked to clear up everything as he went on. "Yes, it took up a good deal of my time, but I didn't grudge it. I saw your fiancee and sister dining one night with you at the Savoy, but had never spoken to them in my life. But Farquhar is an old chum of mine; he has done me some very good turns. I was pleased to return the compliment." There was a brief pause, before Moreno spoke again. "I left Miss Clandon a little time ago. She is longing to see you. I suggested she should send round a note to you. She seemed a little fearful of what you might think of her hasty action. She begged me to come round and explain matters. That is why I am here. Here is her address." "Again a thousand thanks." Rossett looked at his watch. "Unfortunately, I have to dine at the Embassy to-night, and there is no getting out of that. We are the slaves of duty. I have only just time to get back and dress. I will leave as soon after dinner as I decently can, and go round to her." "Away with you, duty calls," said Moreno, rising briskly. "I will send a note round to her saying I have seen you, and that you will be there to-night." It was late when Rossett, hurrying as fast as he could, entered the small drawing-room of the flat tenanted by the respectable Godwins. Isobel was alone; the worthy couple, with commendable tact, had absented themselves. Moreno had told them just as much as it was well for them to know, and they were not very inquisitive people. It was a very delightful meeting. They had been longing for each other since they last parted. They exchanged their vows of love all over again. "And you are sure you are not angry with me, Guy?" asked Isobel, as they sat hand in hand on the rather hard sofa. "Angry, my brave little darling. Why should I be? But I say, this is not the sort of place for you, you know. Have you brought a maid with you?" "Yes, our old parlourmaid, Ethel. I don't suppose you remember her." "Yes, I do. Well, you must go the Ritz, or one of the good hotels."