The man turned at her first word; he looked at her keenly from a pair of earnest gray eyes, then slowly, and with unmistakable courtesy, removed his slouched felt hat.
“Trespassing?” he repeated, in a cool tone. “Do they prosecute at Crosbie Castle if a man is found gazing only?”
“You are insolent,” Miss Charteris responded, frigidly; “and, if you do not leave at once I shall send some of the servants to you.”
The man replaced his hat, with a curious expression on his face.
“Pray save yourself that trouble,” he said, dryly. “I am going; but may I ask if I have the honor of speaking to Mrs. Crosbie?”
Vane’s face flushed.
“No,” she said, coldly.
“Ah! Miss Crosbie, perhaps?”
“No,” she repeated again.
“Indeed! Then, madame, by what right do you eject me?”