uld not tear from him any further information. He feared the
piteous appeals that might be made to him; the representations that,
merely for the sake of an imprudent promise, he was delaying a
reconciliation between these two until that might be impossible; the
reasons that would be urged on him for considering Sheila's welfare as
paramount to his own scruples. He went through the interview, as he
foresaw it, a dozen times over, and constructed replies to each
argument and entreaty. Of course it would be simple enough to meet all
Lavender's demands with a simple "No," but there are circumstances in
which the heroic method of solving difficulties becomes a trifle
inhuman.

He had promised to dine with Lavender that evening at his club. When he
went along to St. James's street at the appointed hour his host had not
arrived. He walked for about ten minutes, and then Lavender appeared,
haggard and wornout with fatigue. "I have heard nothing--I can hear
nothing--I have been everywhere," he said, leading the way at once into
the dining-room. "I am sorry I have kept you waiting, Ingram."

They sat down at a small side-table: there were few men in the club at
this late season, so that they could talk freely enough when the waiter
had come and gone.

"Well, I have some news for you, Lavender," Ingram said.

"Do you know where she is?" said the other eagerly.

"Yes."

"Where?" he almost called aloud in his anxiety.

"Well," Ingram said slowly, "she is in London, and she is very well; and
you need have no anxiety about her."

"But where is she?" demanded Lavender, taking no heed of the waiter who
was standing by and uncorking a bottle.

"I promised her not to tell you."

"You have spoken with her, then?"

"Yes."

"What did she say? Where has she been? Good Heavens, Ingram! you don't
mean to say you are going to keep it a secret?"

"Oh no," said the other: "I will tell you everything she said to me, if
you like. Only I will not tell you where she is."

"I will not ask you," said Lavender at once, "if she does not wish me to
know. But you can tell me about herself. What did she say? What was she
looking like? Is Mairi with her?"

"Yes, Mairi is with her. And of course she is looking a little troubled
and pale, and so forth; but she is very well, I should think, and quite
comfortably situated. She said I was to tell you that she was well, and
that you need not be anxious."

"She sent a message to me?"

"That is