"This sort of caprice might be
excusable in a woman," he thought. "A man ought really to be capable of
exercising some self-control. Poor Stella! And what will my wife say?"
He walked up and down the library, with Stella's disappointment and
Lady Loring's indignation prophetically present in his mind. There was,
however, no help for it--he must accept his responsibility, and be the
bearer of the bad news.
He was on the point of leaving the library, when a visitor appeared.
The visitor was no less a person than Romayne himself. "Have I arrived
before my letter?" he asked eagerly.
Lord Loring showed him the letter.
"Throw it into the fire," he said, "and let me try to excuse myself for
having written it. You remember the happier days when you used to call
me the creature of impulse? An impulse produced that letter. Another
impulse brings me here to disown it. I can only explain my strange
conduct by asking you to help me at the outset. Will you carry your
memory back to the day of the medical consultation on my case? I want
you to correct me, if I inadvertently misrepresent my advisers.
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