It was his old attitude. He had nothing to think over—that task was all for her. The old resentment overcame her momentary shame at deceiving him.
"Are they so pleasant that I want to think them over?"
"I think you know what I mean; and in this connection I don't appreciate repartee for its own sake," said Grantley wearily, but with a polite smile.
A sudden impulse came upon her. She leant across towards him and said:
"Grantley, have you seen Frank to-day?"
"No, I haven't to-day."
"I generally go and sit by him for a little while at this time when I'm free. Did you know that?"
"I gathered it," said Grantley.
"You've never come with me, nor offered to."
"I'm not encouraged to volunteer things in my relations with you, Sibylla."