“To-morrow.”

He was greatly satisfied with himself, and, in consequence, felt overflowing with kindliness towards all the sons and daughters of men.  One by one he reviewed the persons with whom he had conversed.  How pleasant they were!  How sensible and well-meaning!  What excellent material for the formation of a really civilised State?  They had evidently been impressed with him, and, on going home, would make him the subject of their talk.  To-morrow his name would sound frequently in several houses, always with complimentary adjunct.  The thought made his pulses throb.  To be talked of, to be admired, was the strongest incentive known to him.

Of Lady Ogram he thought with positive affection; to the end of his life he would revere her memory.  Constance Bride he esteemed as a loyal friend; never would he fail in gratitude to her; she should have his confidence, and he would often seek her counsel; a good, able girl of the best modern type.  Last of all there came into his mind the visage of a small, impulsive woman, with freckled oval face, and hair the colour of an autumn elm-leaf, Iris Woolstan; to her, too, how much he was beholden.  Good, foolish, fidgetty Iris Woolstan!  Never again could he be impatient with her.  Of course he must pay back her money as soon as possible.  Brave little creature, light-heartedly sending him her cheque for three hundred pounds; why, there was something heroic in it.  Yes, he acknowledged himself lucky in his woman friends; few men could be so fortunate.  To be sure, it was the result of his rational views, of his straightforward, honest method.  He saw his way to do noble service in the cause of womanhood, and that by following the path of mere common sense—­all sentimental and so-called chivalrous humbug cast aside, all exaggerated new conceptions simply disregarded.  His bosom swelled with glorious faith in his own future and in that of the world.

Among the guests had figured Mr. Breakspeare, looking a trifle fresher than usual in his clean linen and ceremonial black.  Hearing that Lashmar was to spend a couple of days more at Rivenoak, he asked him to dine on the following evening, Lady Ogram readily permitting the invitation.

“I say dine; sup would be the better word, for I can offer you only simple entertainment.  We shall be alone; I want the full advantage of your talk.  Afterwards, if you approve, we will look in upon an old friend of mine who would have great satisfaction in exchanging ideas with you.  Something of an original; at all events you will find him amusing.”

To this relaxation Dyce looked forward with pleasure.  Nearly the whole of the next day he spent in solitude; for Lady Ogram did not appear until the afternoon, and then only for an hour.  Mrs. Toplady took her leave before mid-day.  Miss Bride showed herself only at breakfast and luncheon, when she was friendly, indeed, but not much disposed for talk.  Dyce had anticipated a growth of intimacy with Constance; be was prepared for long, confidential gossip in the library or the garden; but his friend briefly excused herself.  She had a lot of reading and extracting to do.