“What is the matter with you?” she said.
“Nothing.”
“That is nonsense. Something must have happened. I have missed you so long, but was determined to find you. Have you a headache?”
“No.”
“Come back; come back with me. It is so odd. My lord has asked for you twice.”
“I want to see no one.”
“Oh! but this is absurd—and on a day like this, when every thing has been so successful, and every one is so happy.”
“I am not happy, and I am not successful.”
“You perfectly astonish me,” said Lady Montfort; “I shall begin to believe that you have not so sweet a temper as I always supposed.”
“It matters not what my temper is.”