"Is he coming after all? I thought, now that Dennison——"
"Oh, yes—he's coming with Walter. Didn't you know?"
"Is he coming to-day?"
"I suppose so. Aren't you glad?"
"Of course," from Adela, and "Oh, uncommonly," from Lord Semingham, seemed at first sight answers satisfactory enough; but Marjory's inquiring gaze rested on their faces.
"Come for a stroll," said Adela abruptly, and passing her arm through Marjory's, she made her rise. Semingham, having gasped out his conventional reply, sat like a man of stone, but Adela, for all that it was needless, whispered imperatively, "Stay where you are."
"Well, Marjory," she went on, as they began to walk, "I don't know that I am glad after all."
"I believe you don't like him."
"I believe I don't," said Adela slowly. It was a point she had not yet quite decided.