That evening he was less self-centred; the conversation had roused him; it gave him a dreary sort of satisfaction to know that there was still something that he could do for her.
He ate his supper with something of his old appetite, and the next evening he went to Queen's Gate and made himself very pleasant to his mother and Anna.

"I think I shall run down to Oxford to-morrow or the next day," he said casually as he bade them good-night, "and look up Cedric Templeton," and he was still in the same mind when he woke the next morning.

He would go to Lincoln's Inn and open his letters and see if he could get away that afternoon.

But as he entered his chambers Malachi handed him a telegram that had just come.

It was from the Manor House.