"Excuse me a moment--I will return at once."
He left the room quite as abstractedly, and when he reached the passage,
he apparently could not remember what he had forgotten, as he walked
deliberately to the end window, where, with his arms folded behind his
back, he remained looking out into the street. A passer-by, glancing
up, might have said he had seen the pale, stern ghost of Mr. Rushbrook,
framed like a stony portrait in the window. But he presently turned
away, and re-entered the room, going up to Grace, who was still sitting
by the fire, in his usual strong and direct fashion.
"Well! Now let me see what you want. I think this would do."
He took a seat at his open desk, and rapidly wrote a few lines.
"There," he continued, "when you write to your uncle, inclose that."
Grace took it, and read:--
DEAR MISS NEVIL,--Pray assure your uncle from me that I am quite
ready to guarantee, in any form that he may require, the undertaking
represented to him by Mr.
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