Come, Mr.Chetwode," she added, turning towards the door, "we have barely a quarter of an hour to get to the Carlton.

I dare not be late.

The only person," she went on, as they passed through the outer office and Arnold paused for a moment to take down his hat and coat, "whom I really fear in this world is Andrea." Mr.Weatherley remained for a moment in the chair where she had left him, gazing idly at the counterfoil of the cheque.

Then he rose and from a safe point of vantage watched the car drive off.

With slow, leaden footsteps he returned to his seat.