Sir Felix paused a moment. "No;--that is not the reason. I'll tell you all about it in the cab to-morrow." Then he left the club, declaring that he would go up to Grosvenor Square and see Marie Melmotte. He did go up to the Square, and when he came to the house he would not go in. What was the good? He could do nothing further till he got old Melmotte's consent, and in no way could he so probably do that as by showing that he had got money wherewith to buy shares in the railway. What he did with himself during the remainder of the evening the reader need not know, but on his return home at some comparatively early hour, he found this note from Marie.
Wednesday Afternoon.
DEAREST FELIX,

Sir Felix paused a moment. "I'll tell you all about it in the cab tomorrow." Then he left, declaring that he would go up to Grosvenor Square and see Marie Melmotte.
He did go up to the Square, but when he came to the house he did not go in. What was the good? He could do nothing without old Melmotte's consent, and the best way to get that was by showing that he had enough money to buy shares in the railway.
On his return home, he found this note from Marie.
Dearest Felix,
