With mingled feelings of apprehension and elation he ushered them into the morning-room where Trent was standing looking out of the window with his hands behind him.

At their entrance he did not at once turn round.

Mr.
Da Souza coughed apologetically.
"Here we are, my friend," he remarked.

"The ladies are anxious to wish you good morning." Trent faced them with a sudden gesture of impatience.

He seemed on the point of an angry exclamation, when his eyes met Julie Da Souza's.