‘Oh dear, no,’ exclaimed the other, starting up from his chair.  ’You are aware, I suppose, why Gorley left England?’

Drake nodded assent.

’The engagement was broken off then and there.  And Clarice at that time did not seem to take it much to heart.  I was inclined to believe that the whole affair had been just a girl’s whim.  Indeed, in spite of her illness, I am not certain now that that isn’t the truth.  She may have had some notion of reforming him.  I find Clarice rather difficult to understand.’

Drake stood up.  ‘Where is Miss Le Mesurier?’ he asked.

‘Upstairs in the drawing-room.’

He took a step towards the door, and took the step unsteadily.  He stopped for a second, bracing his shoulders; then he walked firmly across the room.  While his hand was on the handle, he heard Mr. Le Mesurier speaking.

‘What do you mean to tell her?’

‘I hardly understand,’ he answered, turning round.  ’There surely is but one thing to say—­the truth.  She has a right to know that.’

’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.