"I shall see you again, I hope," Wingrave remarked at last. "By the
bye, if we do meet, I should be glad if you would forget our past
acquaintance. Sir Wingrave Seton does not exist any longer. I prefer
to be known only as Mr. Wingrave from America."
Lovell nodded.
"As you wish, of course," he answered. "I do not think," he added,
"that you need fear recognition. I myself should have passed you in
the street."
Wingrave leaned back in the carriage.
"Aynesworth," he said, "if you are ready, will you get in and tell the
man to drive to Cadogan Square? Good night, Mr. Lovell!"
Lovell re-entered the club with a queer little smile at his lips. The
brougham glided up into the Strand, and turned westwards.
"We are going straight to the Barringtons'?" Aynesworth asked.
"Yes," Wingrave answered. "While I think of it, Aynesworth, I wish you
to remember this. Both Lady Ruth and her husband seem to think it part
of the game to try and make a cat's paw of you. I am not suggesting
that they are likely to succeed, but I do think it possible that one
of them may ask you questions concerning certain investments in which
I am interested. I rely upon you to give them no information."
"I know very little about your investments--outside the mine,"
Aynesworth answered. "They couldn't very well approach a more ignorant
person. Are you going to help Barrington to make a fortune?"
Wingrave turned his head.
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