"So I did, but——Dolph, I wish to Heaven you hadn't told her that infer—that nonsense!"
The duke leaned back, and looked at him with real or simulated surprise.
"Why not?" he asked. "Have you forgotten our bargain, agreement?"
"Yes, I had forgotten it," replied Yorke, grimly.
"So soon! Why are you so put out? What does it matter? You are going to-morrow——."
"You forget the drive—the appointment; but the best thing I can do is to go, as you say," said Yorke. "You can make some excuse——."
"Nonsense! If you care for this outing, stay and go. It will only mean one more day, and London will not fall to pieces because of your absence for twenty-four hours."
"It is not that——."
"Well, what is it, then? Are you thinking of this girl?"