“We’d better talk the whole thing over quietly,” he said.  “There’s certain to be some solution.  At the worst you can always go to Lord Marshmoreton and tell him that he spoke without a sufficient grasp of his subject.”

“I could,” said Maud, “but, just at present, I feel as if I’d rather do anything else in the world.  You don’t realize what it must have cost father to defy Aunt Caroline openly like that.  Ever since I was old enough to notice anything, I’ve seen how she dominated him.  It was Aunt Caroline who really caused all this trouble.  If it had only been father, I could have coaxed him to let me marry anyone I pleased.  I wish, if you possibly can, you would think of some other solution.”

“I haven’t had an opportunity of telling you,” said George, “that I called at Belgrave Square, as you asked me to do.  I went there directly I had seen Reggie Byng safely married.”

“Did you see him married?”

“I was best man.”

“Dear old Reggie!  I hope he will be happy.”

“He will.  Don’t worry about that.  Well, as I was saying, I called at Belgrave Square, and found the house shut up.  I couldn’t get any answer to the bell, though I kept my thumb on it for minutes at a time.  I think they must have gone abroad again.”

“No, it wasn’t that.  I had a letter from Geoffrey this morning.  His uncle died of apoplexy, while they were in Manchester on a business trip.”  She paused.  “He left Geoffrey all his money,” she went on.  “Every penny.”

The silence seemed to stretch out interminably.  The music from the castle had ceased.  The quiet of the summer night was unbroken.  To George the stillness had a touch of the sinister.  It was the ghastly silence of the end of the world.  With a shock he realized that even now he had been permitting himself to hope, futile as he recognized the hope to be.  Maud had told him she loved another man.  That should have been final.  And yet somehow his indomitable sub-conscious self had refused to accept it as final.  But this news ended everything.  The only obstacle that had held Maud and this man apart was removed.  There was nothing to prevent them marrying.  George was conscious of a vast depression.  The last strand of the rope had parted, and he was drifting alone out into the ocean of desolation.

“Oh!” he said, and was surprised that his voice sounded very much the same as usual.  Speech was so difficult that it seemed strange that it should show no signs of effort.  “That alters everything, doesn’t it.”

“He said in his letter that he wanted me to meet him in London and—­talk things over, I suppose.”

“There’s nothing now to prevent your going.  I mean, now that your father has made this announcement, you are free to go where you please.”

“Yes, I suppose I am.”

There was another silence.

“Everything’s so difficult,” said Maud.

“In what way?”