to talk over old times!"

"I thought of returning to Sussex to-night," said Hugh.

"Not to be thought of! I can't let you go! I shall expect you at seven."

The old fellow seemed to be so genuinely anxious, so kindly, so
friendly, that Hugh had not the heart to refuse him.

"Very well, sir; it is good of you. I'll come, I'll put off going till
to-morrow. I remember you well now, you used to come for the shooting
when I was a nipper."

Not till after the old fellow had gone did Hugh wonder how he had
unearthed him here in the Northborough Hotel. He had meant to ask
him--he had asked him actually, and the General had not explained. But
it did not matter, after all. Some coincidence, some easily
understandable explanation, of course, would account for it.

"And to-morrow I shall go back," Hugh thought, as he drove to the
General's house in a taxicab. "I shall go back to Hurst Dormer, I shall
get busy doing something and forget everything that I don't want to
remember."

But his thoughts were with the girl he had seen last in Mr. Slotman's
office. And he saw her in memory as he had seen her for one brief
instant of time--softened and sweetened by some thought, some influence
that had come to her for a moment. What influence, what thought, he
could not tell; yet, as she had been then, so he saw her always and
remembered her.