The lawyer looked his best client squarely in the face. “I do not call it folly, Sir Wingrave. I think that Miss Lundy is right.”
There was a pause. Her eyes were still pleading with him.
“Against the two of you,” Wingrave remarked, “I am, of course, powerless. After all, it is no concern of mine. I shall leave you, Pengarth, to make such arrangements as Miss Lundy desires!”
He rose to his feet. Juliet now was pale. She dashed the tears from her eyes and looked at him in amazement mingled with something which was almost like despair.
“You don’t mean,” she exclaimed, “you are going away without coming to Tredowen?”
“Why not?” he asked. “I never had any intention of going there!”
“You are very angry with me,” she cried in despair. “I—I—”
Her lip quivered. Wingrave interposed.
“I shall be happy to go and have a look at the place,” he said carelessly, “if you will drive me back. I fancy I have almost forgotten what it is like.”
She looked at him as at one who had spoken irreverently. Her eyes were full of wonder.