Back at Chelsea, Will sent a note to Norbert Franks, a line or two without express reference to what had happened, asking him to come and have a talk.

Three days passed, and there was no reply.

Will grew uneasy; for, though the artist's silence perhaps meant only sullenness, danger might lurk in such a man's thwarted passion.

On the fourth evening, just as he had made up his mind to walk over to Queen's Road, the familiar knock sounded.

Mrs.Hopper had left; Will went to the door, and greeted his visitor in the usual way.