Rochester’s hansom set him down in Cadogan Street just as a new and very handsome motor-car moved slowly away from the door. His face darkened as he recognised Saton leaning back inside, and he ignored the other’s somewhat exaggerated and half ironical greeting.
“Lady Marrabel is ‘at home’?” he asked the butler, who knew him well.
The man hesitated.
“She will see you, no doubt, sir,” he remarked. “We had our orders that she was not ‘at home’ this afternoon.”
“The gentleman who has just left-” Rochester began.
“Mr. Saton,” the butler interrupted. “He has been with Lady Marrabel for some time.”
Rochester found himself face to face with Pauline, but it was a somewhat grim smile with which he welcomed her.
“Still fascinated, I see, by the new science, my dear Pauline,” he said. “I met y
