“Of course I will.”
“Thank you very much, indeed. Just tell Miss Varney when she comes down—just say good-night for me and tell her that I’ve gone.”
“I wouldn’t do such a thing for the wide, wide world,” returned Caroline Mitford in pretended astonishment.
“Why not?”
“It would be a wicked, dreadful story, because you wouldn’t be gone.”
“I am sorry you look at it that way,” said Thorne, “because I am going. Good-night, Miss Mitford.”
But before he could leave the room, the girl, who was as light on her feet as a fairy, caught him by the arm.
“No—you don’t seem to understand. I’ve got something to say to you.”
“Yes, I know,” said Thorne; “but some other time.”
“No, now.”