But he, Drake! For a moment she felt inclined to telegraph to him telling him not to come.
Then she thought of the motive which had induced her to send for him.

No! She would ask her question that afternoon, and so have done with him for good.

Aloud she answered: 'How ridiculous! I should hardly think he has that sort of conceit.
Anyhow, if he has that impression, I will take care that he does not carry it away.' Mr.Le Mesurier did not pursue the argument, but he gave certain instructions to his butler, and when Drake arrived at the house he was shown into the library.

Mr.Le Mesurier received him.
'Pull up a chair to the fire,' he said with an uneasy geniality.

'I have something to say to you, Drake.