Matravers was suddenly conscious of an odd sense of disturbance
“If Mr. Fergusson is right—and he is a pretty good judge—you won’t regret having done so,” she remarked. “He thinks it is going to have a big run.”
“He may be right,” Matravers answered. “For all our sakes, I hope so!”
“It will be a magnificent opportunity for your friend.”
Matravers looked over towards Berenice. She was talking eagerly to Fergusson, whose dark, handsome head was very close to hers, and in whose eyes was already evident his growing admiration. Matravers was suddenly conscious of an odd sense of disturbance. He was grateful to Adelaide Robinson for her intervention. She had risen to her feet, and glanced downwards at the little brougham drawn up below.
“I am so sorry to go,” she said; “but I positively must make some calls this afternoon.”
Fergusson rose also, with obvious regret, and they left together.