CHAPTER VII.
HONORIA AGAIN 7, Fig Tree Court, Temple.
_March_ 20, 1902.
DEAR HONORIA,-- I am going down to spend Easter with my people in South Wales.

Before I leave I should so very much like a long talk with you where we can talk freely and undisturbed.

That is impossible at the Office for a hundred reasons, especially now that Beryl Claridge has taken to working early in her new-found zeal, while Bertie Adams deems it his duty to stay late.

I am--really, truly--grieved to hear that your mother is so ill again.

I would not ask to meet her--even if she was well enough to receive people--because she does not know me and when one is as ill as she is, the introduction to a stranger is a horrid jar.