He tried to prolong the interview, but she would close it; and he was compelled to leave her, when he would have given years of his life to have remained one hour longer.
CHAPTER XLI.
"LET US BE FRIENDS."
"Lance," said the sweet voice of Lady Marion, plaintively, "I am beginning to have a faint suspicion about you."
"Indeed. Your suspicions are not faint as a rule. What is this?"
"I am afraid that you are growing just a little tired of me," said the beautiful queen of blondes.
"What makes you think so?" he asked, trying to laugh, as he would have done a few weeks since at such an accusation.
"Several reasons. You are not so attentive to me as you used to be; you do not seem to listen when I speak; you have grown so absent-minded; and then you say such strange things in your sleep."
He looked grave for half a minute, then laughed carelessly.