“You are not acclimatised. But we will go. Strange I never noticed that door. As for the others, I suppose if they did notice it, they imagined I had done so too.”
When they were back again in the house, which seemed cheerful after the intense cold without, Mr. Barringcourt said:
“Will you have tea before you go?”
“No, thank you. Our last tea together had not a very pleasant ending, though it began so charmingly. We’re like most people—best friends when parted.”
“Then I may not see you again till Festival night.”
“Do you still renew the invitation?”
He laughed.
“If I were not very contrary, you would make me angry. You harp so constantly upon an unreasoning subject.”
“Ah!” said she suddenly. “Let me see Mariana. Send for her.”
“Not to-night”