"I have resolved not to stay longer, Miss Gilmore. I would do much for any friend of Madame's, but I cannot with self-respect suffer your threats and insults."
I thought of a little dramatic stroke.
"One moment, Count, this parcel concerns you." I half tore the wrapper off and handed it to him.
He would not take it, waving it away contemptuously.
"You had better take it. It is from—Sillien, Count," I said, very deliberately.
His eyes blazed with sudden anger.
"I don't understand you," he cried; but he took it and tore off the covering to find a blank sheet of paper.
"This is another insult. I would have you beware."
"Not an insult—a message. To have been properly dramatic this should have been inside it—" and I held up before him the little sketch which Gareth had made for me with such laughing earnestness.
"The message which that parcel brings is—that Colonel Katona, Gareth's father, is here in the house waiting to see me. Now, do you wish to go?"