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"There's nothing very special on," he remarked. "Do you want me to go with you?" "It is not necessary," Wingrave answered. "I am going," he added, after a moment's pause, "to Cornwall." Aynesworth was immediately silent. The one time when Wingrave had spoken to him as an employer, was in answer to some question of his as to what had eventually become of the treasures of Tredowen.
Aynesworth exclaimed. "Precisely!" "Do you mind," he asked, "if I follow by a later train?" "I do," Wingrave answered. "I need you in London directly we arrive." "I am afraid," Aynesworth said, after a moment's reflection, "that it is impossible for me to leave." "Why?" "You will think it a small thing," he said, "but I have given my promise. I must see that child again before I go!"
Yet he found himself desperately striving for some excuse to prolong an interview which was to all effects and purposes concluded. "I will do my best, Sir Wingrave," he said, reverting to the subject of their interview, "to study Miss Lundy's interests in every way. I will also see that she has the letter you have left for her within eight days from now.
"There must be many ways in which I could be useful to you, but I can't think of them all at once. I am here to serve you professionally or as a friend, to the best of my ability. Can you suggest anything yourself? What do you want?" "That is the question," Wingrave said, "which I have been asking myself. Unfortunately, up to now, I have not been able to answer it.
Her hands rested upon his shoulders, her eyes, soft with gathering tears, pleaded with his. Wingrave sat with all the outward immobility of a Sphinx. "Dear Sir Wingrave," she said, "you have been so generous, so kind, and I may not even speak of my gratitude. Don't please think me unreasonable or ungracious. I can't tell you how I feel, but I must, I must, I must go away.
"Some of us," the lawyer said timidly, "build our ideals too high up in the clouds, so that to reach them is very difficult. Nevertheless, the effort counts." Wingrave laughed mockingly. "It is not like that with me," he declared. "My plans were made down in hell." "God bless my soul!" the lawyer murmured. "But you are not serious, Sir Wingrave?" "Ay! I'm serious enough," Wingrave answered.
I say that no man has a right to keep a woman's letters back from her years after any friendship there may have been between them is over. It is not the action of an honorable man. Sir Wingrave Seton has placed himself outside the pale of honorable men." "Your judgment," Aynesworth answered quietly, "seems to me severe. Sir Wingrave Seton has been the victim of peculiar circumstances."
They were dining at a restaurant in the Strand, which Aynesworth had selected as representing one, the more wealthy, type of Bohemian life. The dinner and wine had been of his choosing. Wingrave had stipulated only for the best. Wingrave himself had eaten very little, the bottle of wine stood half empty between them.
His great pile of correspondence was still untouched. She came and sat on the edge of the table. "What are we going to do this morning, please?" she asked. Wingrave glanced towards his letters. "I am afraid," he said, "that I must spend the day here!" She looked at him blankly. "Not really!" she exclaimed. "I thought that we were going to walk to Hanging Tor?"
The boy was walking restlessly up and down the room. The look he turned upon Aynesworth was almost pitiful. "He'll see you again," Aynesworth said hurriedly. "Come along." The boy wrung his hand. "You're a brick!" he declared. Wingrave glanced up as they entered. He motioned Nesbitt to a chair by his side, but the young man remained standing.
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