After looking for them in every direction and discovering nothing, I returned to the house, and entered the different rooms on the ground floor one after another.  They were all empty.  I came out again into the hall, and went upstairs to return to Laura.  Madame Fosco opened her door as I passed it in my way along the passage, and I stopped to see if she could inform me of the whereabouts of her husband and Sir Percival.  Yes, she had seen them both from her window more than an hour since.  The Count had looked up with his customary kindness, and had mentioned with his habitual attention to her in the smallest trifles, that he and his friend were going out together for a long walk.

For a long walk!  They had never yet been in each other’s company with that object in my experience of them.  Sir Percival cared for no exercise but riding, and the Count (except when he was polite enough to be my escort) cared for no exercise at all.

When I joined Laura again, I found that she had called to mind in my absence the impending question of the signature to the deed, which, in the interest of discussing her interview with Anne Catherick, we had hitherto overlooked.  Her first words when I saw her expressed her surprise at the absence of the expected summons to attend Sir Percival in the library.

“You may make your mind easy on that subject,” I said.  “For the present, at least, neither your resolution nor mine will be exposed to any further trial.  Sir Percival has altered his plans—­ the business of the signature is put off.”

“Put off?” Laura repeated amazedly.  “Who told you so?”

“My authority is Count Fosco.  I believe it is to his interference that we are indebted for your husband’s sudden change of purpose.”

“It seems impossible, Marian.  If the object of my signing was, as we suppose, to obtain money for Sir Percival that he urgently wanted, how can the matter be put off?”

“I think, Laura, we have the means at hand of setting that doubt at rest.  Have you forgotten the conversation that I heard between Sir Percival and the lawyer as they were crossing the hall?”

“No, but I don’t remember——­”

“I do.  There were two alternatives proposed.  One was to obtain your signature to the parchment.  The other was to gain time by giving bills at three months.  The last resource is evidently the resource now adopted, and we may fairly hope to be relieved from our share in Sir Percival’s embarrassments for some time to come.”

“Oh, Marian, it sounds too good to be true!”

“Does it, my love?  You complimented me on my ready memory not long since, but you seem to doubt it now.  I will get my journal, and you shall see if I am right or wrong.”

I went away and got the book at once.

On looking back to the entry referring to the lawyer’s visit, we found that my recollection of the two alternatives presented was accurately correct.  It was almost as great a relief to my mind as to Laura’s, to find that my memory had served me, on this occasion, as faithfully as usual.  In the perilous uncertainty of our present situation, it is hard to say what future interests may not depend upon the regularity of the entries in my journal, and upon the reliability of my recollection at the time when I make them.