"I think not. There is only half an hour, you know."
"You are resolved not to give Count Gustav the grace he asks? You believe there is some purpose behind this note?" and he held it up.
"That is one of the marguerites, and must wait—until to-morrow."
"You shut me out, then? You are a very resolute, self-reliant little person, you know, Christabel. Is even this letter your doing too?"
"I told you we would wait for the meeting."
"Umph!" he nodded. "Then I suppose it's not much good for me to say anything. I am sorry," and he sighed.
"I should like to tell you something," I said; "but it might make you angry; and you have been so kind to me—so much more than kind."
His look relaxed. "You will not make me angry. I am too old to heat quickly."
"I think you should not have been a party to this Duke's scheme. It is not honourable to any one concerned—and to me, dishonourable in the extreme."
"You don't think I would do anything dishonouring you? Why, I would have—but you remember the question you would not let me ask."