ingham was making ready to come, and the news relieved him.

On reaching the Carnabys', he was admitted by the same servant whose
behaviour had excited his suspicions a day or two ago. Without a word
she conducted him to Hugh's room.

'Well, old man,' said the familiar voice, though in the tone of one who
is afraid of being overheard, 'it has come to this, you see. You're not
surprised? What else could be expected of a fellow like me, sooner or
later?'

His face had the marks of sleeplessness; his hand was hot. He pressed
Harvey into a chair, and stood before him, making an obvious effort to
look and speak courageously.

'It never struck me before how devilish awkward it is for a man in his
own home when he gets into a public scrape--I mean the servants. One
has to sit under them, as usual, you know, and feel their eyes boring
into one's back. Did you ever think of it?'

'How long have you to wait?' asked Rolfe.

'Only a fortnight. But there may be bother about that woman. I wish to
God they could catch her!'

Harvey made no reply, and his eyes wandered. In a moment he became
aware that Hugh was looking at him with peculiar intentness.

'I wish I could do anything for you, Carnaby.'

'You can,' replied the other, with emphasis, his face growing stern.

'What is it?'

'Get rid of that ugly thought I see you have in your mind.'

Hugh's voice, though still cautious, had risen a little; he spoke with
severity that was almost harshness. Their eyes met.

'What ugly thought?'

'Don't be dishonest with me, Rolfe. It's a queer-sounding tale, and
you're not the only man, I warrant, who thinks there's something behind
it. But I tell you there isn't--or nothing that concerns _me_.' He
paused for an instant. 'I shouldn't have dared to tell it, but for my
wife. Yes, my wife,' he repeated vehemently. 'It was Sibyl forced me to
tell the truth. Rather than have _her_ mixed up in such a thing as
this, I would have told any lie, at whatever cost to myself; but she
wouldn't let me. And she was right; I see now that she was, though it a
been hard enough, I tell you, to think of what people might be
saying--damn them! Don't you be one, Rolfe. My wife is as pure and
innocent as any woman living. I tell you that. I ask you to believe
that; and it's the one thing, the only thing, you can do for me.'

His voice quivered, and he half-choked upon the passionate words.
Moved, though not to conviction, Harvey made the only possible