The consequence of his Sunday letters had been his taking, that day, the 4.15.

Mrs.Voyt had gone back on Thursday, and he now, to settle on the spot the question of a piece of work begun at his place, had rushed down for a few hours in anticipation of the usual collective move for the week's end.

He was to go up again by the late train, and had to count a little--a fact accepted by his hostess with the hard pliancy of practice--his present happy moments.

Too few as these were, however, he found time to make of her an inquiry or two not directly bearing on their situation.

The first was a recall of the question for which Mrs.Blessingbourne's entrance on the previous Saturday had arrested her answer.