let it pass. He had not taken ten steps before he heard himself called after with a friendly, semi-articulate " A—I beg your pardon!" He turned round and the General, smiling at him from the steps, said: "Won't you come in? I won't leave you the advantage of me!" Paul declined to come in, and then was sorry he had done so, for Miss Fancourt, so late in the afternoon, might return at any moment. But her father gave him no second chance; he appeared mainly to wish not to have struck him as inhospitable. A further look at the visitor told him more about him, enough at least to enable him to say—"You've come back, you've come back?" Paul was on the point of replying that he had come back the night before, but he bethought himself to suppress this strong light on the immediacy of his visit, and, giving merely a general assent, remarked that he was extremely sorry not to have found Miss Fancourt. He had come late, in the hope that she would be in. "I'll tell her—I'll tell her," said the old man; and then he added quickly, gallantly, "You'll be giving us something new? It's a long time, isn't it?" Now he remembered him right.
"Rather long. I'm very slow," said Paul. "I met you at Summersoft a long time ago."
"Oh, yes, with Henry St. George. I remember very well. Before his poor wife———" General Fancourt paused a moment, smiling a little less. "I daresay you know."
"About Mrs. St. George's death? Oh yes, I heard at the time."
"Oh no; I mean—I mean he's to be married."
"Ah! I've not heard that." Just as Paul was about to add, "To whom?" the General crossed his intention with a question.