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'It
was lately since your wife went there.' Trevelyan, though he had been
told of the possibility of Mr Glascock's courtship, felt himself almost
aggrieved by this man's intrusion on his wife's retreat. Had he not
sent her there that she might be private; and what right had any one to
invade such privacy? 'I suppose I had better tell the truth at once,'
said Mr Glascock. 'I went to see Miss Rowley.'
'Oh, indeed.'
'My secret will be safe with you, I know.'
'I did not know that there was a secret,' said Trevelyan. 'I should
have thought that they would have told me.'
'I don't see that. However, it doesn't matter much. I got nothing by my
journey. Are the ladies still at Nuncombe Putney?'
'No, they have moved from there to London.'
'Not back to Curzon Street?'
'Oh dear, no. There is no house in Curzon Street for them now.' This
was said in a tone so sad that it almost made Mr Glascock weep. 'They
are staying with an aunt of theirs out to the east of the city.'
'At St. Diddulph's?'
'Yes with Mr Outhouse, the clergyman there.


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