"Why, to go like this—to bolt—it almost comes to that—leaving things as they are between us?"
"Why not?"
"And with Haddington?"
"Do you mean to insult me?"
"Of course not. But how do you think it must look to me? What do you imagine my course must be?"
"Really, Eugene, I see no need for this scene. I suppose your course will be to wait till I ask you to fulfill your promise, and then to fulfill it. You have no sort of cause for complaint."
Eugene could not resist a smile.
"You are sublime!" he said. Perhaps he would have said more, but at this moment, to his intense surprise, his eyes met Stafford's. The latter gave him a quick look, in obedience to which he checked his exclamation, and, making some excuse about a parcel due and not arrived, unceremoniously handed Kate to a carriage, bundled Haddington in after her, and walked rapidly to the front of the train, where he had just seen Stafford getting into a third-class compartment.
"What in the world's the meaning of this, my dear old boy?"
"I have left a note for you."