In an hour's time he was down again.

There were black rims under his eyes, and I could see at once that he had had no rest.
Grooton had brought his bag from the house, and a note from Lady Angela.
He read it with unchanging face, and placed it carefully in his breast coat-pocket.
"I am off to the village to send some telegrams," he said, "and afterwards I shall go on for a walk." "What about lunch ?" I asked, glancing at the clock.

"None for me," he answered.

"Some tea at four o'clock, if I may have it.

I will be back by then." He swung off, and I was thankful, for my work demanded my whole attention and very careful thought.