“Yes, to-night. I will not keep her longer than a minute. Just to see if she is just the same.”
“She has not altered. Take my word for it.”
“You said if I came here I should see her.”
“You must have misunderstood me. I never said so.”
“I—I don’t believe you ever mean me to see Mariana again,” she said.
“Indeed? What makes you think so?” and he laughed again, not at all kindly.
“Because you know quite well that I should do my very best to persuade her to come away with me.”
Rosalie bowed, and swept away toward the door, and when she got there she said to Everard, quite loud enough for Mr. Barringcourt to hear, who still stood in the hall:
“When next you see Mariana, please give her my love, and tell her I asked to see her, but was not successful.”
He bowed solemnly and let her pass, but took no further notice than if he had been made of stone.