"You forgot what?" he asked steadfastly.
"I forgot the tragedy which finally drove you abroad. I forgot your marriage. Is there any change in your wife?"
"Not much, I am afraid."
"And Mr. Mangan--he thinks that you are safe over here?"
"Perfectly."
She looked at him earnestly. Perhaps she had never admitted, even to herself, how fond she had been of this scapegrace cousin.
"You'll find that no one will have a word to say against you," she told him, "now that you are wealthy and regenerate. They'll forget everything you want them to. When will you come and dine here and meet all your relatives?"
"Whenever you are kind enough to ask me," he answered. "I thought of going down to Dominey to-morrow."
She looked at him with a new thing in her eyes--something of fear, something, too, of admiration.
"But--your wife?"
"She is there, I believe," he said. "I cannot help it. I have been an exile from my home long enough."
"Don't go," she begged suddenly. "Why not be brave and have her removed. I know how tender-hearted you are, but you have your future and your career to consider. For her sake, too, you ought not to give her the opportunity--"
Dominey could never make up his mind whether the interruption which came at that moment was welcome or otherwise. Caroline suddenly broke off in her speech and glanced warningly towards the larger room. A tall, grey-haired man, dressed in old-fashioned clothes and wearing a pince-nez, had lifted the curtains. He addressed the Duchess in a thin, reedy voice.
"My dear Caroline," he began,--"ah, you must forgive me. I did not know that you were engaged. We will not stay, but I should like to present to you a young friend of mine who is going to help me at the meeting this evening."
"Do bring him in," his wife replied, her voice once more attuned to its natural drawl. "And I have a surprise for you too, Henry--a very great surprise, I think you will find it!"
Dominey rose to his feet--a tall, commanding figure--and stood waiting the approach of the newcomer. The Duke advanced, looking at him enquiringly. A young man, very obviously a soldier in mufti, was hovering in the background.
"I must plead guilty to the surprise," the Duke confessed courteously. "There is something exceedingly familiar about your face, sir, but I cannot remember having had the privilege of meeting you."