She rose slowly to her feet and laid her fingers upon his arm.

He looked steadily away from her.
"Fortunately," he said, "I have not yet dismissed my own carriage.
Permit me." * * * * * Mr.Sabin leaned heavily upon his stick as he slowly made his way along the corridor to his rooms.

Things were going ill with him indeed.

He was not used to the fear of an enemy, but the memory of Lady Carey's white cheeks and indrawn lips as she had entered his carriage chilled him.
Her one look, too, was a threat worse than any which her lips could have uttered.

He was getting old indeed, he thought, wearily, when disappointment weighed so heavily upon him.