He sat for nearly an hour.

Then his sister came in.
"Denzil, you are wanted.

Mr.Wykes wishes to see you.

Shall I send him here ?" "Mr.Wykes! What about, I wonder?
Yes, let him come." A clumping was heard without, and the bright face of the Institute's Secretary, so strongly in contrast with his wretched body, presented itself in the doorway.

Quarrier received him with a friendly consideration due rather to pity than to any particular interest in the man himself.