"Go back to town to-night or to-morrow morning, as you like.
Write to me, mind, as well as to Miss Bride, and let me know of all the acquaintances you make.

It's just possible I may be in London myself next month; it depends on several things." She became dreamy.

Dyce, though he would have liked to say much, knew not how to express himself; it was plain, moreover, that his hostess had little strength to-day.

He rose.
"I think I shall catch the evening train, Lady Ogram." "Very well.

A pleasant journey!" She gave her hand, and Dyce thought it felt more skeleton-like than ever.