“I must go,” she said, as if suddenly awakened to a sense of the situation.
“Ah, no,” he breathed; then he leaned toward her with half-timid eagerness. “Will you come to-morrow?”
The footsteps came nearer.
“I promise—nothing,” said Doris, her brows coming together, and with a half glance at his earnest face she glided away from him.
Lord Neville rose and looked after her with the expression which encompassed the desire to follow her; but in that moment a hand fell lightly upon his shoulder, and a voice exclaimed:
“What, Cissy!”
Lord Neville swung round.
“Hallo, Spenser!” he said. “Why, what on earth brought you here?”
CHAPTER VIII.
SPENSER CHURCHILL.