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A sudden dazzling light came over Madeline. Just in that instant she seemed to see everything. She could have spoken her thoughts there and then; but, as quick as her mental vision had cleared, as quickly everything grew misty again. On the whole she would not speak; she would wait, and try and piece the problem together during the daylight hours when she would be alone.
Clifford would go to London, of course. He decided the matter at breakfast time. On the whole, he imagined that the brilliant and mysterious Geraldine Manton would be far kinder to him in his misfortunes than Sir Arthur Barrymore.