"You'll be sorry when—when a certain thing happens."
He threw himself into a chair with a peevish laugh.
"I confess your riddles rather bore me. Is there any answer to this one?"
"Yes, very soon. I've been to see Lady Evenswood."
"She knows the answer, does she?"
"Perhaps." Her animation suddenly left her. "But I suppose it's all no use now," she said dolefully.
They sat silent for a minute or two, Harry seeming to fall into a fit of abstraction.
"What did you mean by saying I oughtn't to have taken her to dinner and so on?" he asked, as Mina rose to go.
She shook her head. "I've nothing more to say," she declared.
"And you say I'm half in love with her?"