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It was some considerable time before Ellen managed to bring about the meeting between Hubert Grant and May. It seemed to Ellen's guilty fancy that she was being watched and suspected. But the opportunity came at length when an adjournment was made to the billiard room, and the rest of the party sat down to the intolerable, and inevitable game of bridge. Ellen excused herself under the plea of a headache, which was by no means a fiction on her part, and Grant appeared to be deeply immersed in some Parliamentary papers which he had just been discussing with his host. A moment later, the trio were in the conservatory together.
"Don't be any longer than you can help," Ellen said wearily. "I have ordered the brougham for half-past ten. I have had some pleasant evenings here, some of the pleasantest in my life. But I never expected the time to come when I should be counting the minutes previous to my departure from Grant Lea."