In a moment he made up his mind; he would go out and see her.

Of course, he could ill spare the time, but for the present the more pressing of his experiments were completed, and he could write up his "data" there.

Anyway, he would put in a fortnight at Beaulieu, and, what is more, start to-morrow if it could be arranged.
He went to the table and began a letter to Mary announcing that she might expect to see him sometime on the day that it reached her.

When he had got so far as this he remembered that the dressing bell had already rung some minutes, and ran upstairs to change his clothes.

As he fastened his tie he thought to himself sadly that this would be his last dinner with Stella Fregelius, and as he brushed his hair he determined that unless she had other wishes, it should be as happy as it could be made.