She shuddered.
“Oh, I am paying for my folly, if that is what you mean,” she declared. “He knows—who I am—that he was deceived. He follows me about—everywhere.”
Wingrave glanced out of the carriage window.
“Unless I am very much surprised,” he answered, “he is following us now!”
She came a little closer to him.
“You won’t leave me? Promise!”
“I will see you home,” he answered.
“You are coming on to Hereford House.”
“I think not,” he answered; “I have had enough of society for one evening.”
“Emily will be there later,” she said quietly.