“You present yourself in a strange way. Pray be brief,” and she glanced anxiously at the clock.
“Time does not press, madame,” said I. “Nobody will come.”
“Nobody will—— What do you mean? I expect nobody.”
“Precisely, madame—and nobody will come.”
Her ivory fan broke between her fingers with a sharp click.
“What do you want?” she said.
“To deliver my messages.”
“Well?”
“First, Lord Daynesborough offers his apologies for being compelled to leave for Paris without tendering his farewell.”