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A grey type of man--nothing purple about him, nothing glowing or
ornate. He did not get on particularly well with him either.
Besides, he hardly knew him sufficiently to intrude at this hour of the
day.
One thing was certain. He would go to the Cave of Mercury that very
evening. Keith was right. He must try to "find himself." He wanted to
be alone, to think things out. Or perhaps--no. He did not want to be
alone with his thoughts. They were too oppressive just then. He
required some kind of company.
Besides, Keith had said "full moon." The moon was not yet quite full.
No!
He would see what the Duchess was doing, and perhaps stay to luncheon.
Eames could wait. So could the bishop. So could the cave. He was fond
of the Duchess.
Besides, it was such a quaint place--that austere old convent, built by
the Good Duke Alfred.



CHAPTER IX


"That is the worst of dining with a man. You have to be civil next
morning. But surely, Eames, we two need not stand on ceremony? I am
particularly anxious for you to come to-night.


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