“These things happen so oddly sometimes,” said Bella with a steady countenance, “that there seems a kind of fatality in them. But I am quite ready, Mr. Lightwood.”

They started directly, in a little carriage that Lightwood had brought with him from never-to-be-forgotten Greenwich; and from Greenwich they started directly for London; and in London they waited at a railway station until such time as the Reverend Frank Milvey, and Margaretta his wife, with whom Mortimer Lightwood had been already in conference, should come and join them.