"No," said the duke. "He acted as if he thought I had sent the thing to her."
Yorke did not look round. Why had Finetta sent back the pendant, and why had she sent it to the duke instead of to him, Yorke?
"You don't want to talk about it?" said the duke after a pause.
"No, I don't," assented Yorke grimly. "There are some things one would prefer to forget."
"Ah, if one could, if one could!" muttered the duke.
The dinner came in soon afterwards; and the two men talked of the approaching marriage, of the plans for the winter, of the game at Rothbury, of everything but the diamond pendant. Then suddenly Yorke, who had been answering in an absent-minded kind of way, uttered an exclamation.
"What is the matter?" demanded the duke.
"Nothing," said Yorke sharply. Then he looked at his watch. "Do you mind my leaving you before the coffee?"
"Not a bit. Where are you going?"
Yorke made no reply, perhaps he did not hear. He got up, and rang for Grey to bring his hat.