"Who is with Vivian and your brother?" he demanded "Has Brian Luttrell come back?"
But he could not make her answer him. His hand was no longer on her arm, and with a desperate effort of will, she fled with sudden swiftness from him towards the house. He stood and watched her, with a look of sullen anger darkening his face. "She is not to be trusted," he muttered to himself. "I must finish my work to-night."
CHAPTER L.
MRS. LUTTRELL'S ROOM.
Kitty made her way to her own room, and was not surprised to find that in a few moments Hugo followed her thither. She was sitting in a low chair, striving to command her agitated thoughts, and school herself into some semblance of tranquility, when he entered. She fully expected that he would try again to force from her the history of her interview with Vivian, but he did nothing of the kind. He threw himself into a chair opposite to her, and looked at her in silence, while she tried her best not to see his face at all. Those long, lustrous eyes, that low brow and perfectly-modelled mouth and chin, had grown hideous in her sight.
But when he spoke he took her completely by surprise.
"You had better begin to pack up your things," he said. "We shall go to the South of France either this week or next."
"And leave Mrs. Luttrell?" breathed Kitty.
His lips stretched themselves into something meant for a smile, but it was a very joyless smile.