Chafing at the delay, Hardyman was obliged to sit at his desk, signing checks and passing accounts, with the dogcart waiting in the stable yard.
A knock at the door startled him in the middle of his work.

"Come in," he called out sharply.
He looked up, expecting to see one of the guests or one of the servants.
It was Moody who entered the room.

Hardyman laid down his pen, and fixed his eyes sternly on the man who had dared to interrupt him.
"What the devil do _you_ want ?" he asked.
"I have seen Miss Isabel, and spoken with her," Moody replied.

"Mr.
Hardyman, I believe it is in your power to set this matter right.

For the young lady's sake, sir, you must not leave England without doing it." Hardyman turned to his foreman.