“I really don’t know,” Wolfenden answered hesitatingly. “Why, Blanche!”
She swung round in her chair and gazed at him in blank amazement; she was, at least, as much surprised as he was.
“Lord Wolfenden!” she exclaimed; “why, what are you doing here?”
“I might ask you,” he said gravely, “the same question.”
She stood up.
“You have not come to see me?”
He shook his head.
“I had not the least idea that you were here,” he assured her.
Her face hardened.