"He is not fit to hold converse with such as you." Then the look of grief and surprise seemed to recall him to himself. "No matter. He has gone. It is not likely that you will see him again——"
"No, my lord," assented Margaret, with simple dignity.
"Let us say no more about him. He has nearly broken my heart; he is the one thorn in my side," he went on, notwithstanding that he had said no more should be spoken of the wicked young man. "He is a spendthrift and a gambler, and——" he stopped, suddenly. "If your work is done, permit me to walk with you on the terrace; the air is cool and inviting."
"I have finished for to-day, my lord," she said.
He went to the window and opened it wide for her, and held it open until she had passed out.
It was only to Lord Blair that he was rough and fierce.
"It is a lovely evening," he said, looking out upon the far-stretching lawns.
Margaret stood beside him in silence.
"What will you do with your Guido when you have finished it, Miss Hale?" he said, after a moment or two.