In the morning following the receipt of the letter from Foote, as described in the previous chapter, Browne was walking from his house in Park Lane in the direction of Piccadilly, when he saw Maas coming towards him.

“This is a fortunate meeting, my dear Browne,” said the latter, after they had greeted each other; “for I was on my way to call upon you. If you are walking towards Piccadilly perhaps you will permit me to save time by accompanying you.”

Browne was not feeling particularly happy that morning, and this may have been the reason that he was glad of Maas’s company. He stood in need of cheerful society. But though he wanted it, he was not destined to have it. It was a bleak, dreary morning, and once or twice during the walk the other coughed asthmatically. Browne noticed this, and he noticed also that Maas’s face was even paler than usual.

“I am afraid you are not very well, old man,” he said.

“What makes you say that?” asked Maas.

Browne gave him his reasons, and when he heard them the other laughed a little uneasily. “I am afraid you’ve hit it, my friend,” he said. “I am not well. I’ve been to see my doctor this morning, and he has given me some rather unpleasant news.”

“I am sorry indeed to hear that,” said Browne. “What does he say is the matter with you?”

“Why, he says that it is impossible for me to stay in England any longer. He declares that I must go away for a long sea voyage, and at once. To tell the truth, I do not come of a very strong family; and, by way of making me feel better satisfied with myself, he tells me that, unless I take care of myself, I may follow in their footsteps. Of course it’s all very well to say, ‘Take care of yourself’; but the difficulty is to do so. In a life like ours, what chance have we of guarding against catching cold? We dance in heated rooms, and sit in cold balconies between whiles: we travel in draughty railway carriages and damp cabs, and invariably eat and drink more than is good for us. The wonder to me is that we last as long as we do.”

“I’ve no doubt we are awfully foolish,” said Browne. “But our fathers were so before us.”

“A small satisfaction, look at it how you will,” returned Maas.

“And so you’re going to clear out of England, are you?” said Browne very slowly, after the pause that had followed his companion’s speech. “Where are you thinking of going?”

“Now, that was just what I was coming to see you about,” replied his friend. “You may remember that in Paris the other day, you spoke of undertaking a trip to the Farther East. I laughed at it at the time, for I thought I should never move out of Europe; since then, however, or rather since the doctor gave me his unwholesome news this morning, I have been thinking over it. I dined last night with the Rocktowers, who, as you know, are just back from Japan, and found that they could talk of nothing else. Japan was this, Japan was that, possessed the most beautiful scenery in the world, the most charming people, and the most perfect climate. So fascinated was I by their description that I went home and dreamt about it; and I’ve got a sort of notion now that, if I could only get as far as Japan, all would be well with me.”

Now, from the very first moment that Maas had spoken of leaving England, Browne had had an uneasy suspicion that something of the kind was coming. In his inmost heart he knew very well what his companion wanted; but, unfortunately for him, he did not see his way to get out of it. When he had told Maas in Paris that he intended taking a yachting cruise to the Farther East, and had laughingly suggested that the latter should accompany him, he had felt quite certain in his own mind that his invitation would be refused. To find him now asking to be allowed to accept after all was almost too much for his equanimity. Pleasant companion as Maas undoubtedly was, he was far from being the sort of man Browne would have taken with him on such an excursion, had he had the choice. Besides, he had already arranged that Jimmy should go with him. Therefore, like the ingenuous youth he was, he took the first way of getting out of his difficulty, and in consequence found himself floundering in a still greater quagmire immediately.

“You have not booked your passage yet?” he inquired, as if the matter of the other’s going with him had never for a moment crossed his mind.

Maas threw a searching glance at him. He had a bold stroke to play, and he did not quite know how to play it. Though he had known Browne for some considerable time, and was well aware that he was far from being an exceptionally clever young man, yet, for a reason which I cannot explain, he stood somewhat in awe of him.

“Well, to tell the truth,” he said, “that was just what I was coming to see you about. I wanted to find out, whether you would permit me to withdraw my refusal of your kind invitation, in favour of an acceptance. I know it is not quite the thing to do; but still our friendship is old enough to permit of such a strain being placed upon it. If, however, you have filled your cabins, do not for a moment consider me. It is just possible I may be able to secure a berth on one of the outgoing mail-boats. Get away, however, I must, and immediately.”

Browne scarcely knew what to say in reply. He knew that every person he added to the party meant an additional danger to all concerned; and he felt that, in common justice to Maas, he could not take him without giving him some hint of what he was about to do. Maas noticed his hesitation; and, thinking it betokened acquiescence to his plan, was quick to take advantage of it.

“My dear fellow,” he said, “if I am causing you the least inconvenience, I beg of you not to give it a second thought. I should not have spoken to you at all on the subject had you not said what you did to me in Paris.”

After this speech Browne felt that he had no opening left, save to declare that nothing would give him greater pleasure than to have the other’s society upon the voyage.

“And you are quite sure that I shall not be in the way?” Maas inquired.

“In the way?” Browne replied. “Not at all; I have only Jimmy Foote going with me. We shall be a snug little party.”

“It’s awfully good of you,” said Maas; “and I’m sure I don’t know how to thank you. When do you propose to sail?”

“On Monday next from Southampton,” answered Browne. “I will see that you have a proper notice, an............