"I did!" he said in a low voice. "I tell you so."
"God forgive you!" she panted. "God forgive you—and him!"
She stood a moment as if struggling for breath, and turned and walked swiftly away.
The duke sat for a full five minutes, staring at the front wheel of his chair; then he jerked his hand up and called to Grey.
"Take me home!" he snapped. "What the devil are you waiting for? Take me home and back to London as soon as possible."
Leslie sped along the quay, and staggered rather than walked into the sitting room, and a moment afterward her father hurried in.
"Leslie, Leslie!" he cried. "Where are you?"
She lifted her head from the sofa cushion with dull, blinded eyes.
"Here's a telegram! A telegram from one of the large dealers. He wants to see me in London at once! At once, do you hear? Why do you stare at me like that? There is no time to lose. We must go up to London at once. At once! Run upstairs and pack our things!"
She rose and staggered to her feet.