Just as the brief daylight was flickering. out (the air had begun to
nip with a threat of frost) he once more presented himself at
Lowndes Mansions. In the meantime he had seen Polly Sparkes,
informed her of what was happening, and received her promise that
she would take no step until he could communicate with her again.
This interview revived his spirits; he felt equal to another effort
such as that of the morning--which had taxed him more than the
hardest day's work he was ever called upon to do.
Lord Polperro again sat by the fireside with a decanter and glass
within his reach. He was evidently more at ease, but seemed to have
a difficulty in recognizing his visitor.
"Have you come from Greenacre?" he asked cautiously, peering through
the dull light.
"I don't know anything about him."
"No? I cannot understand why I have no news from him. Pray sit down;
we were talking about--"
Presently he shook his recollections into order, and when a lamp was
brought in he began to talk lucidly.
"Gammon, I feel very uneasy in my mind.
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