The writing of the letter had sensibly relieved him, and his whole bearing showed it as he left the room.
On the doorstep he found Norah and Miss Garth, setting forth together for a walk.
"Which way are you going ?" he asked.

"Anywhere near the post-office?
I wish you would post this letter for me, Norah.

It is very important--so important that I hardly like to trust it to Thomas, as usual." Norah at once took charge of the letter.
"If you look, my dear," continued her father, "you will see that I am writing to Mr.Pendril.I expect him here to-morrow afternoon.

Will you give the necessary directions, Miss Garth?
Mr.Pendril will sleep here to-morrow night, and stay over Sunday .-- Wait a minute! Today is Friday.
Surely I had an engagement for Saturday afternoon ?" He consulted his pocketbook and read over one of the entries, with a look of annoyance.
"Grailsea Mill, three o'clock, Saturday.

Just the time when Pendril will be here; and I _must_ be at home to see him.