"I really cannot see what awful crime I have committed to make you so taciturn," she says, presently, with a view to discussing the subject. "I merely went for a drive with my cousin, as he should pass Steynemore on his way to the station."
"Perhaps that was just what made my misery," softly.
"What! my going for a short drive with Archie? Really, Sir Guy, you will soon be taken as a model of propriety. Poor old Archie! I am afraid I shan't be able to make you miserable in that way again for a very long time. How I wish those tiresome lawyers would let him alone!"
"Ask them to surrender him," says Guy, irritably.
"I would,"—cheerfully,—"if I thought it would do the least good. But I know they are all made of adamant."
"Lilian,"—suddenly, unexpectedly,—"is there anything between you and your cousin?"
"Who?"—with wide, innocent, suspiciously innocent eyes,—"Taffy?"
"No," impatiently: "of course I mean Chesney," looking at her with devouring interest.
"Yes,"—disconsolately, with a desire for revenge,—"more miles than I care to count."