"Very well. You can close that box, Ernestine, and try to pack this toque in the top of the black one. You got everything I said for the voyage in the cabin trunk."
"He insists on seeing you, Christabel."
"I'll come down when I've finished." I spoke irritably. Irritation is the natural result of a couple of hours' packing.
Everything was ready when I went downstairs.
"I hear you are going away, Miss——"
"Gilmore," I broke in, giving him a look.
"I congratulate you on your—prudence." He too, like Madame d'Artelle, was obviously both relieved and pleased at the news.
"You need not smile at it. I am not doing it to please you, Count Gustav."
"I wish to ask you a question if Madame d'Artelle——" and he paused and looked at her.
"I don't see the need of all this mystery," she answered, tossing her head as she left the room.