“How could you tell that?”
“He is downstairs now.”
“No; but I think that is his brougham.”
Lord Charles sank back with a look of half-comical despair.
“Who is to fight against such a woman?” he cried. “Oh! if I could send you to Novikoff! He is too much for any of my men. But, Clara, I cannot have them up here.”
“Not for your blessing?”
“No, no!”
“It would make them so happy.”
“I cannot stand scenes.”
“Then I shall convey it to them.”