“This is my business,” Macheson answered.
Then he turned abruptly round towards the hesitating figure of the girl who had suddenly paused in her swift approach.
“It is my business to take you home, Letty,” he said. “I have come to fetch you!”
Letty looked appealingly towards Stephen Hurd. What she saw in his face, however, only terrified her.
“Look here,” he said thickly, “I’ve had almost enough of this. You can go to the devil—you and Miss Thorpe-Hatton, too! I won’t allow any one to meddle in my private concerns. Come along, Letty.”
He would have led her away, but Macheson was not to be shaken off. He kept his place by the girl’s side.
“Letty,” he said, “are you married to him?”
“Not yet,” she answered hesitatingly. “But we are going to be.”
“Where are you going to now?”
She glanced towards Stephen.