“Will not tomorrow … ?” she began again.
“Tomorrow will be too late,” said the old gentleman. “I beg of you, Lady Laura. It is on an extremely important matter.”
She still hesitated an instant; then she pushed the door open and went in.
“Please come in,” she said.
She was so taken aback by the sudden situation that she forgot completely that the drawing room would be upside down, and led the way straight upstairs; and it was not till she was actually within the door, with the old gentleman close on her heels, that she saw that, with the exception of three or four chairs about the fire and the table set out near the hearthrug, the room was empty of furniture.
“I forgot,” she said; “but will you mind coming in here. … We … we have a meeting here this evening.”
She led the way to the fire, and at first did not notice that he was not following her. When she turned round she saw the old gentleman, with his air of antique politeness completely vanished, standing and looking about him with a very peculiar expression.
She also noticed, to her annoyance, that the cabinet was already in place in the little anteroom and that his eyes almost immediately rested upon it. Yet there was no look of wonder in his face; rather it was such a look as a man might have on visiting the scene of a well-known crime—interest, knowledge, and loathing.
“So it is here—” he said in quite a low voice.
Then he came across the room towards her.