"Belle—Miss Fitzgerald," he cried. "I must have a few words with you— I must explain."
"It's not necessary, Mr. Stanley. I've already heard a detailed account of the affair from Lady Isabelle's mother."
On the verity of the statement we will not attempt to pass judgment; suffice it to say, that it simply staggered the young diplomat.
"Good Lord!" he exclaimed. "I—it's not true, believe me, it's not true."
"Do I understand you to insinuate that the Marchioness has prevaricated?"
"No, no, of course not; but it's all a mistake. I can explain—really."
"Mr. Stanley, answer me one question. Did you or did you not give the Marchioness to understand, in your interview with her this morning, that you wished to marry her daughter?"
"Why, yes—I suppose I did—but, then, you see——"
"That is quite sufficient. Good-night."
"If you'd only let me explain!"