Norah parried, with a hasty little laugh; “Just ask Miss Gilletson that!”
Lynborough smiled for a moment, then took a turn along the terrace, and came back to her.
“You must tell her that you’ve seen me——”
“I couldn’t do that!”
“You must—or here the matter ends, and I shall be forced to go to law—ugh! Tell her you’ve seen me, and that I’m open to reason——”
“Lord Lynborough! How can I tell her that?”
“That I’m open to reason, and that I propose an armistice. Not peace—not yet, anyhow—but an armistice. I undertake not to exercise my right over Beach Path for a week from to-day, and before the end of that week I will submit a proposal to the Marchesa.”
Norah saw a gleam of hope. “Very well. I don’t know what she’ll say to me, but I’ll tell her that. Thank you. You’ll make it a—a pleasant proposal?”
“I haven’t had time to consider the proposal yet. She must inform me to-morrow morning whether she accepts the armistice.” He suddenly turned to the house, and shouted up to a window above his head, “Roger!”
The window was open. Roger Wilbraham put his head out.