He did not move as though he were willing to accompany his friend, and seemed almost to know beforehand that the approaching interview was to be an unpleasant one.
"I want to speak to you, and perhaps you wouldn't mind taking a turn with me," said Stanbury.
But Trevelyan objected to this, and led the way into the club waiting-room.

A club waiting-room is always a gloomy, unpromising place for a confidential conversation, and so Stanbury felt it to be on the present occasion.

But he had no alternative.

There they were together, and he must do as he had promised.

Trevelyan kept on his hat and did not sit down, and looked very gloomy.