Before he had walked home, he
had resolved on the next step. But not wishing to see Shargar yet,
and at the same time wanting to have a night's rest, he went home
only to change his clothes, and betook himself to a hotel in Covent
Garden.
He was at Lady Janet's door by ten o'clock the next morning, and
sent in his card to Miss Hamilton. He was shown into the
drawing-room, where she came to him.
'May I presume on old acquaintance?' he asked, holding out his hand.
She looked in his face quietly, took his hand, pressed it warmly,
and said,
'No one has so good a right, Mr. Falconer. Do sit down.'
He placed a chair for her, and obeyed.
After a moment's silence on both sides:
'Are you aware, Miss--?' he said and hesitated.
'Miss Hamilton,' she said with a smile. 'I was Miss Lindsay when you
knew me so many years ago. I will explain presently.'
Then with an air of expectation she awaited the finish of his
sentence.
'Are you aware, Miss Hamilton, that I am Major Moray's oldest
friend?'
'I am quite aware of it, and delighted to know it. He told me so
last night.'
Somewhat dismayed at this answer, Falconer resumed,
'Did Major Moray likewise communicate with you concerning his own
history?'
'He did. He told me all.'
Falconer was again silent for some moments.
'Shall I be presuming too far if I venture to conclude that my
friend will not continue his visits?'
'On the contrary,' she answered, with the same delicate blush that
in old times used to overspread the lovely whiteness of her face, 'I
expect him within half-an-hour.
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