“I have been admiring the villa, Susanna,” said he, after an emphatic silence. “It is better than our place at Lambeth. You wont mind my hurrying away: I have a great deal to do in town. Good-bye. Good-bye, Mr. Lind.”
Susanna murmured something. Marmaduke, after making an effort to bid his guest good-bye genially, opened the gate, and stood for a minute watching him as he strode away.
“What does he care what becomes of me, the selfish brute!” cried Susanna, passionately.
“He didnt complain: he has nothing to complain of,” said Marmaduke. “Anyhow, why didnt he stay at home and look after you? By George, Susanna, he is the coolest card I ever came across.”
“What brought him here?” she demanded, vehemently.
“That reminds me. I am afraid I must go down to Carbury for a few days.”
“And what am I to do here alone? Are you going to leave me too?”
“Well, I cannot be in two places at the same time. I suppose you can manage to get on without me for a few days.”
“I will go home. I can get on without you altogether. I will go home.”
“Come, Susanna! what is the use of kicking up a row? I cant afford to quarrel with all my people because you choose to be unreasonable.”