“It was decidedly indiscreet of you to come,” said the duchess reprovingly. “How was I to know about Lady Cynthia? If I had known about Lady Cynthia, I would not have asked you; I would have asked Mr. Aycon only. Or perhaps you also, Mr. Aycon—”
“Madame,” said I, “I am alone in the world.”
“Where has Claire gone to?” asked Gustave.
“Paris,” pouted the duchess.
Gustave rose, flinging his napkin on the table.
“I shall follow her to-morrow,” he said. “I suppose you’ll go back to England, Gilbert?”
If Gustave left us, it was my unhesitating resolve to return to England.
“I suppose I shall,” said I.
“I suppose you must,” said the duchess ruefully. “Oh, isn’t it exasperating? I had planned it all so delightfully!”
“If you had told the truth—” began Gustave.