"You don't seem to be in the best of spirits this morning, Louise," he said. "Has anything gone wrong?"
She looked at him with contracting brows, and ignored his question as she demanded abruptly:—
"What did you come to say to me?"
"To say to you, my dear? I came as usual to say how much I admire you, of course."
She made an impatient gesture.
"What did you come to say?" she repeated. "Do you think I don't know you well enough to see when you have some especial purpose in mind?"
Sibley Langdon laughed lightly,—a sort of inward, well-bred laugh,—and again with care trimmed his cigarette.
"You are a person of remarkable penetration, and it is evidently of no use to hope to get ahead of you. I really came for the pleasure of seeing you, but now that I am here I may as well mention that I have decided to go abroad almost at once."
"Ah," Mrs. Neligage commented. "Does Mrs. Langdon go with you?"
He laughed outright, as if the question struck him as unusually droll.