I know
nothing of the circumstances of the case, merely offer you the
facts.'
'I thank you,' was Hubert's reply in an undertone.
'It impressed me, that letter ready stamped for Wanley Manor. I
thought of it again after the meeting in Paris.'
'I understand you. Of course I could explain the necessity. It would
be useless.'
'Quite. But experience is not, or should not be, useless, especially
when commented on by one who has very much of it behind him.'
Hubert stood up. His mind was in a feverishly active state, seeming
to follow several lines of thought simultaneously. Among other
things, he was wondering how it was that throughout this
conversation he had been so entirely passive. He had never found
himself under the influence of so strong a personality, exerted too
in such a strangely quiet way.
'What are your plans--your own plans?' Mr. Wyvern inquired.
'I have none.'
'Forgive me;--there will be no material difficulties?'
'None; I have four hundred a year.'
'You have not graduated yet, I believe?'
'No. But I hardly think I can go back to school.'
'Perhaps not. Well, turn things over. I should like to hear from
you.'
'You shall.'
Hubert continued his walk to the Manor. Before the entrance stood
two large furniture-vans; the doorway was littered with materials of
packing, and the hall was full of objects in disorder.
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