he whispered cheerily, "when you have
your nephew with you. The doctor here must allow you to see him, if
you see no one else."

"Lord Radclyffe must have rest now," said the doctor impatiently.

"Certainly, my dear sir," rejoined Sir Thomas. "I need not trouble you
any more. I can but hope that your patient will be none the worse for
the effort."

The doctor did not reply. The patient after the great effort was in a
dangerous state of collapse and required every attention.

Sir Thomas Ryder took his leave and going through the smaller room, he
beckoned to Louisa to follow him.

A moment later the doctor was heard ringing for the nurses. Sir Thomas
in the hall was struggling with his coat, whilst Louisa stood by,
quite still and patient. She knew that her hour would come, and she
was grateful to her uncle for taking her away from here so quickly.

She had not asked a single question and Sir Thomas had not volunteered
any information. But she was content to wait, until the time when he
told her everything.

The cab which had been called all that long while ago was still
waiting at the door. It was now past eleven o'clock. Silently Sir
Thomas and Louisa Harris stepped into the cab, Mr. Warren, sympathetic
and attentive to the last, giving the address to the chauffeur on
their behalf.

Less than five minutes later, they had arrived at the Langham Hotel,
but they had not exchanged a single word during that time.

Colonel Harris was in the sitting room, waiting for his daughter's
return. The maid had told him that her mistress had gone to Sir Thomas
Ryder's and had promised to be home again in about an hour, so he was
not really anxious, only very worried about her. Personally, he saw no
issue to the terrible tangle, and his heart ached for her, as much as
it did for Luke.

He found himself quite unable to sit at the club. Luke de Mountford's
name was in every man's mouth. The obsession was unendurable, the
countless arguments adduced by indifferent lips was positively
nerve-racking. Colonel Harris after half an hour had enough of it, and
went back to the Langham.

He did not greet his brother-in-law very warmly: he did not feel very
well disposed toward him, as he had a vague idea that Sir Thomas Ryder
was in a measure responsible for Luke's terrible fate.

"Lou dear, it's very late," he said with gentle reproach when she came
in.

"You'll have to forgive her, Will," interposed Sir Thomas, "she came
over