"And then you come to Lynnbrooke."
"You've made me promise not to arrive till after yourself." Maurice shifted the stick. "Mr. Stirling won't approve."
"Won't approve of what?"
"My going to Lynnbrooke. He has always kept me away."
"But—why should he?"
"I can't explain. He has insisted."
"Mrs. Brutt won't say yet whether she means to stay more than one night in Paris. You will have to allow for that. Dick, I wonder whether she has been making mischief. She has seemed so queer and glum the last day or two. I can't make her out."
"She's looking rather blue at me too."
"If she has begun to suspect, it would be like her to meddle. I do wish now that you had written off the first thing."
"Do you, darling?"