"Why are you
in such a hurry to get away, I should like to know?"
"Simply because I can't always live here, and I hate uncertainty."
There was something in the young man's behaviour which puzzled Mr.
Woodstock; but the key to the puzzle was very shortly given him. On
the evening of the same day he presented himself once more in
Waymark's room. The latter could not see him, but the first sound of
his voice was a warning of trouble.
"Do you feel able to talk?" Abraham asked, rather gruffly.
"Yes. Why?"
"Because I want to ask you a few questions. I've just had a call
from that friend of yours, Mr. Enderby, and something came out in
talk that I wasn't exactly prepared for."
Waymark rose from his chair.
"Why didn't you tell me," pursued Mr. Woodstock, "that you were
engaged to his daughter?"
"I scarcely thought it necessary."
"Not when I told you who Ida was?"
This disclosure had been made whilst Waymark was still confined to
his bed; partly because Abraham had a difficulty in keeping the
matter to himself; partly because be thought it might help the other
through his illness. Waymark had said very little at the time, and
there had been no conversation on the matter between them since.
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