Mayfair. My hours, I fear, would ill suit my dear mother. Only in town
two days; and, thanks to Morley, my table is already covered with
invitations."

"Yet you gave me one day, generous friend!"

"You the second day, my mother the first. But there are three balls
before me to-night. Come home with me, and smoke your cigar while I
dress."

"No; but I will at least light my cigar in your hall, prodigal!"

Lionel now stopped at his lodging. The groom, who served him also as
valet, was in waiting at the door. "A note for you, sir, from Colonel
Morley,--just come." Lionel hastily opened it, and read,

MY DEAR HAUGHTON,--Mr. Darrell has suddenly arrived in London. Keep
yourself free all to-morrow, when, no doubt, he will see you. I am
hurrying off to him.

Yours in haste, A. V. M.




CHAPTER III.

Once more Guy Darrell.

Guy Darrell was alone: a lofty room in a large house on the first floor,