But later in the evening he regained his composure over a glass of whiskey-toddy and a cigar.

"She's got her own money," he said to himself, "and what does it matter?
I don't suppose she'll marry her cousin.

I don't think she's fool enough for that.

And after all she'll probably make it up again with John Grey." And in this way he determined that he might let this annoyance run off him, and that he need not as a father take the trouble of any interference.
But while he was at his club there came a visitor to Queen Anne Street, and that visitor was the dangerous cousin of whom, according to his uncle's testimony, men at present did not speak well.

Alice had not seen him since they had parted on the day of their arrival in London,--nor, indeed, had heard of his whereabouts.