Mr. Walliker and the office at the Adelphi. But he said no word, even in
rebuke, as to her decision about their marriage. He intended that this
should be felt to be severe, and took pleasure in the pain that he would
be giving. Florence, when she received her letter, knew that he was
sore, and understood thoroughly the working of his mind. "I will comfort
him when we are together," she said to herself. "I will make him
reasonable when I see him." It was not the way in which he expected that
his anger would be received.

One day on his return home he found a card on his table which surprised
him very much. It contained a name but no address, but over the name
there was a pencil memorandum, stating that the owner of the card would
call again on his return to London after Easter. The name on the card
was that of Count Pateroff. He remembered the name well as soon as he
saw it, though he had never thought of it since the solitary occasion on
which it had been mentioned to him. Count Pateroff was the man who had
been Lord Ongar's friend, and respecting whom Lord Ongar had brought a
false charge against his wife. Why should Count Pateroff call on him?
Why was he in England? Whence had he learned the address in Bloomsbury
Square? To that last question he had no difficulty in finding an answer.
Of course he must have heard it from Lady Ongar. Count Pateroff had now
left London. Had he gone to Ongar Park? Harry Clavering's mind was
instantly filled with suspicion, and he became jealous in spite of
Florence Burton. Could it be that Lady Ongar, not yet four months a
widow, was receiving at her house in the country this man with whose
name her own had been so fatally joined? If so, what could he think of
such behavior? He was very angry. He knew that he was angry, but he did
not at all know that he was jealous. Was he not, by her own declaration
to him, her only friend; and as such could he entertain such a suspicion
without anger? "Her friend!" he said to himself. "Not if she has any
dealings whatever with that man after what she has told me of him!" He
remembered at last that perhaps the count might not be at Ongar Park;
but he must, at any rate, have had some dealing with Lady Ongar, or he
would not have known the address in Bloomsbury Square. "Count Pateroff!"
he said, repeating the name, "I shouldn't wonder if I have to quarrel
with that man." During the whole of that night he was thinking of Lady
Ongar. As regarded himself, h