Captain Bowers entered before the aggrieved Mr. Tredgold could think of a fitting reply, and after a hasty greeting insisted upon his staying for a cup of tea.  By a glance in the visitor’s direction and a faint smile Miss Drewitt was understood to endorse the invitation.

The captain’s satisfaction at finding them together was complete, but a little misunderstanding was caused all round, when Mr. Tasker came in with the tea, by the series of nods and blinks by which the captain strove to call his niece’s attention to various facial and other differences between his servant and their visitor.  Mr. Tredgold, after standing it for some time, created a little consternation by inquiring whether he had got a smut on his nose.

The captain was practically the only talker at tea, but the presence of two attentive listeners prevented him from discovering the fact.  He described his afternoon’s ramble at such length that it was getting late by the time they had finished.

“Stay and smoke a pipe,” he said, as he sought his accustomed chair.

Mr. Tredgold assented in the usual manner by saying that he ought to be going, and instead of one pipe smoked three or four.  The light failed and the lamp was lit, but he still stayed on until the sound of subdued but argumentative voices beyond the drawn blind apprised them of other visitors.  The thin tones of Mr. Chalk came through the open window, apparently engaged in argument with a bear.  A faint sound of hustling and growling, followed by a gentle bumping against the door, seemed to indicate that he—­or perhaps the bear—­was having recourse to physical force.

“Come in,” cried the captain.

The door opened and Mr. Chalk, somewhat flushed, entered, leading Mr. Stobell.  The latter gentleman seemed in a surly and reluctant frame of mind, and having exchanged greetings subsided silently into a chair and sat eyeing Mr. Chalk, who, somewhat nervous as to his reception after so long an absence, plunged at once into conversation.

[Illustration:  “Mr. Chalk entered, leading Mr. Stobell.”]

“I thought I should find you here,” he said, pleasantly, to Edward Tredgold.

“Why?” demanded Mr. Tredgold, with what Mr. Chalk thought unnecessary abruptness.

“Well—­well, because you generally are here, I suppose,” he said, somewhat taken aback.

Mr. Tredgold favoured him with a scowl, and a somewhat uncomfortable silence ensued.

“Stobell wanted to see you again,” said Mr. Chalk, turning to the captain.  “He’s done nothing but talk about you ever since he was here last.”

Captain Bowers said he was glad to see him; Mr. Stobell returned the courtesy with an odd noise in his throat and a strange glare at Mr. Chalk.

“I met him to-night,” continued that gentleman,” and nothing would do for him but to come on here.”

It was evident from the laboured respiration of the ardent Mr. Stobell, coupled with a word or two which had filtered through the window, that the ingenious Mr. Chalk was using him as a stalking-horse.  From the fact that Mr. Stobell made no denial it was none the less evident, despite the growing blackness of his appearance, that he was a party to the arrangement.  The captain began to see the reason.