Six months ago Denzil had lost his father, who died suddenly on a journey from Christiania up the country, leaving the barrister in London a substantial fortune.
This change of circumstances had in no way outwardly affected Denzil's life.

As before, he spent a good deal of his time in the rooms at Clement's Inn, and cultivated domesticity at Clapham.

He was again working in earnest at his History of the Vikings.

Something would at last come of it; a heap of manuscript attested his solid progress.
To-day he had come to town only for an hour or two.

Glazzard was to call at half-past six, and they would go together to dine with Lilian.
In his report to her, Quarrier had spoken nothing less than truth.