When he came abreast of the fantastic embankment known as the Trocadero, he reflected, through his throbbing pain, that he was near Mrs.Tristram's dwelling, and that Mrs.Tristram, on particular occasions, had much of a woman's kindness in her utterance.
He felt that he needed to pour out his ire and he took the road to her house.

Mrs.Tristram was at home and alone, and as soon as she had looked at him, on his entering the room, she told him that she knew what he had come for.

Newman sat down heavily, in silence, looking at her.
"They have backed out!" she said.

"Well, you may think it strange, but I felt something the other night in the air." Presently he told her his story; she listened, with her eyes fixed on him.

When he had finished she said quietly, "They want her to marry Lord Deepmere." Newman stared.
He did not know that she knew anything about Lord Deepmere.