As he emerged from the drawing-room, the door of the library was opened, and he heard Philip Sheldon's voice within, saying,-- "-- your accuracy with regard to the name of Meynell." It was the close of a sentence; but the name struck immediately upon Valentine's ear.

Meynell!--the name which had for him so peculiar an interest.
"Is it only a coincidence," he thought to himself, "or is Horatio Paget on our track ?" And then he argued with himself that his ears might have deceived him, and that the name he had heard might not have been Meynell, but only a name of somewhat similar sound.
It was Captain Paget who had opened the door.

He came into the hall and recognised his _protege_.

They left the house together, and the Captain was especially gracious.
"We will dine together somewhere at the West-end, Val," he said; but, to his surprise, Mr.Hawkehurst declined the proffered entertainment.
"I'm tired out with a hard day's work," he said, "and should be very bad company; so, if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to Omega-street and get a chop." The Captain stared at him in amazement.

He could not comprehend the man who could refuse to dine luxuriously at the expense of his fellow-man.
Valentine had of late acquired new prejudices.