CHAPTER XXV
THE QUARREL
"The other day," said Sylvia, "you were perfectly sweet to me. I was really happy; I knew you loved me, and that was quite enough. Now again I feel that miserable doubtfulness."
"May I ask," said Woodville, who was sitting in front of a pile of papers, while Sylvia was leaning her head on her hand opposite him at the table, "how it is that you're here again?"
He spoke in a tone that was carefully not affectionate and that he tried not to make irritable.
"Certainly. I arranged to go out with Felicity—before papa—and then I telephoned to her that I had a headache."
"Isn't that what you did on Thursday?"
"No; on Thursday I said I was going to the dentist. And came in here instead."