It was only two hours since they had parted, but Lord Fordyce looked like an old man.
"I have come to tell you, my Father," he said, "that I know all of the story now, and it is terrible enough; but I want you to help me to secure her happiness.

Michael Arranstoun is her husband, as you supposed, and she loves him." The old priest nodded his head comprehendingly, and Henry went on.

"They only parted to save me pain.
It was a tremendous sacrifice which, of course, I cannot accept.

So now I have sent for him, and I want you to let me meet him here at your house, and explain everything to him to-morrow before he sees her.

I hope, if he gets my telegram in time, he will catch the train from Paris at midnight to-night; it gets in about nine in the morning.