As well as if she had flung the door open, she knew who
stood outside. It was Nigel Anstruthers, haggard and unseemly, with
burned-out, sleepless eyes and bitten lip.
Bad and mad as she had at last seen the situation to be, it was uglier
and more desperate than she could well know.
CHAPTER XLV
THE PASSING BELL
The following morning Sir Nigel did not appear at the breakfast table.
He breakfasted in his own room, and it became known throughout the
household that he had suddenly decided to go away, and his man was
packing for the journey. What the journey or the reason for its being
taken happened to be were things not explained to anyone but Lady
Anstruthers, at the door of whose dressing room he appeared without
warning, just as she was leaving it.
Rosalie started when she found herself confronting him. His eyes looked
hot and hollow with feverish sleeplessness.
"You look ill," she exclaimed involuntarily. "You look as if you had not
slept."
"Thank you. You always encourage a man. I am not in the habit of
sleeping much," he answered. "I am going away for my health. It is as
well you should know. I am going to look up old Broadmorlands. I want
to know exactly where he is, in case it becomes necessary for me to see
him.
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