Go out to-morrow with Mrs. Lecount at your
usual time. I will meet you on the Parade, and bow to you. Instead of
returning my bow, look the other way. In plain English, cut me! That is
easy enough to do, isn't it?"
"She won't believe me, Mr. Bygrave--she won't believe me!"
"Wait a little again, Mr. Vanstone. There are more instructions to
come. You have got your directions for to-day, and you have got your
directions for to-morrow. Now for the day after. The day after is the
seventh day since we sent the letter to Zurich. On the seventh day
decline to go out walking as before, from dread of the annoyance of
meeting me again. Grumble about the smallness of the place; complain
of your health; wish you had never come to Aldborough, and never made
acquaintances with the Bygraves; and when you have well worried Mrs.
Lecount with your discontent, ask her on a sudden if she can't suggest a
change for the better. If you put that question to her naturally, do you
think she can be depended on to answer it?"
"She won't want to be questioned at all," replied Noel Vanstone,
irritably. "I have only got to say I am tired of Aldborough; and, if
she believes me--which she won't; I'm quite positive, Mr.
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