His Grace nodded shortly and picked up his hat.

“Then there remains nothing more to be done in the matter.”

He looked piercingly across at Carstares. “She did not love him?”

Richard gave a happy little sigh.

“She loves me.”

The heavy lids drooped again.

“You cannot conceive my delight. If she indeed loves you, she is safe. I thought she had not got it in her. Pray bear my respects to her.” His hand was on the doorknob, when something seemed to occur to him.

“I take it my presence at Wyncham on Friday will not be necessary?” he said cynically.

Richard flushed.