That he should leave it to his own father to say whether a man born as he was born might aspire to marry his father's ward, had in it something that savored of tragi-comedy.

It was a pretty problem, that once set could not be left unsolved by a man of Mr.Caryll's temperament.

And, indeed, no sooner was the idea conceived than it quickened into a resolve upon which he set out to act.
He bade Leduc call a chair, and, dressed in mourning, but with his habitual care, he had himself carried to Lincoln's Inn Fields.
Engrossed as he was in his own thoughts, he paid little heed to the hum of excitement about the threshold of Stretton House.

Within the railed enclosure that fronted the mansion two coaches were drawn up, and a little knot of idlers stood by one of these in busy gossip.
Paying no attention to them, Mr.Caryll mounted the steps, nor noticed the gravity of the porter's countenance as he passed within.
In the hall he found a little flock of servants gathered together, and muttering among themselves like conspirators in a tragedy; and so engrossed that they paid no heed to him as he advanced, nor until he had tapped one of them on the shoulder with his cane--and tapped him a thought peremptorily.
"How now ?" said he.

"Does no one wait here ?" They fell apart a little, and stood at attention, with something curious in their bearing, one and all.
"My service to his lordship, and say that I desire to speak with him." They looked at one another in hesitation for a moment; then Humphries, the butler, came forward.