And indeed there was little possibility of conversing in Julian's own room.

Julian sat for ever in a state of nervous apprehension, dreading the summons which was sure to come before long.

When he left the room for a moment, in obedience to it, Waymark could hear Harriet's voice speaking in a peevish or ill-tempered tone, and Julian would return pale with agitation, unable to utter consecutive words.

It was a little better when the meeting was at Waymark's, but even then Julian was anything but at his ease.

He would often sit for a long time in gloomy silence, and seldom could even affect his old cheerfulness.