I am a hard and fast materialist, you know, Doctor, in certain matters, and I have not the slightest faith in the vindictive mother, terrified to death lest the razing of a wood of unwholesome character should turn out into the cold world the spirit of her angel son." "What do you believe ?" the doctor asked bluntly.
"I would rather not tell you at the present moment," Dominey answered.
"It would sound too fantastic." "Your note this afternoon spoke of urgency," the doctor observed.
"The matter is urgent.

I want you to do me a great favour--to remain here all night." "You are expecting something to happen ?" "I wish, at any rate, to be prepared." "I'll stay, with pleasure," the doctor promised.

"You can lend me some paraphernalia, I suppose?
And give me a shake-down somewhere near Lady Dominey's.

By-the-by," he began, and hesitated.
"I have followed your advice, or rather your orders," Dominey interrupted, a little harshly.

"It has not always been easy, especially in London, where Rosamund is away from these associations .-- I am hoping great things from what may happen to-night, or very soon." The doctor nodded sympathetically.
"I shouldn't wonder if you weren't on the right track," he declared.
Rosamund came in through the window to them and seated herself by Dominey's side.
"Why are you two whispering like conspirators ?" she demanded.
"Because we are conspirators," he replied lightly.