The Klosking came down, a pale Juno, in traveling costume; and a quarter of an hour before the time a pair-horse fly was at the door and Mr. Ashmead in the hall.
The ladies were both ready.
But Vizard had not appeared.
This caused an uneasy discussion.
“He must be very angry,” said Fanny, in a half whisper.
“I cannot go while he is,” sighed La Klosking. “There is a limit even to my courage.”
“Mr. Harris,” said Rhoda, “would you mind telling Mr. Vizard?”
“Well, miss,” said Harris, softly, “I did step in and tell him. Which he told me to go to the devil, miss—a hobservation I never knew him to make before.”
This was not encouraging. Yet the Klosking quietly inquired where he was.
“In there, ma'am,” said Harris. “In his study.”