She made an impatient movement. "That's too long! Does he refuse?"
"He doesn't consent."
"Then you mean—?"
"He wants time to think it over."
"Time? There is no time—did you tell him so?"
"I told him so; but you must remember that he has plenty. He has taken twenty-four hours."
Mrs. Newell groaned. "Oh, that's too much. When he thinks things over he always refuses."
"Well, he would have refused at once if I had not agreed to the delay."
She rose nervously from her seat and pressed her hands to her forehead. "It's too hard, after all I've done! The trousseau is ordered—think how disgraceful! You must have managed him badly; I'll go and see him myself."
The Baron, at this, turned abruptly from his study of the Place Vendome.