“I was wondering,” he said quickly, “whether you were in love with the man or the name.”
“Have I given you the impression”–––she began, haughtily, scarcely able to control her anger.
“Yes, you have,” he said warmly, and with all the dramatic emphasis he could command. “I am afraid you were thinking more of that rescue at Narragansett and your desire to be free of poor Mr. Hogg than you were of––of my poor friend.”
This insult was more than she could endure. She turned her back to address Whitney Barnes.
“Shall you be here when Travers returns?” she said imperiously.
“I am sure to see him before I leave,” responded the young man.
“And would you be kind enough to give him a message for me?”
She had gathered up her fur piece and muff and was moving toward the door.
“Delighted,” said Barnes, with a deferential bow.