"Yes—but I cannot take them yet."
His face clouded. "You have something in your thoughts, yet."
"It is close to twelve o'clock and he has not come," I replied, significantly.
He lifted the letter from Gustav. "We have this. You will wait—after what I have said?"
"Not a minute unless you make me a prisoner."
"Don't, Christabel. That is unjust. Where are you going?"
"To my own house."
"Who is there?"
"At present, Gareth—only."
"Whom do you expect?"