"With pleasure. I will have it sent to your room."
"No, let me get it from your mustard boudoir myself. I shall be coming up, probably, to change into a smoking-coat, and my room is down that way, you know."
"Very well."
So we said good-night.
Half an hour afterwards, I was standing by my sitting-room fire when Antony came into the room. He leaned on the mantel-piece beside me and looked down into my face.
"When will you come over to Dane Mount, Comtesse? I want to show you my great-great-grandmother. She was yours, too, by-the-way," he said.
"When will you ask us?"
"In about a fortnight. I have to run about Norfolk until then. Will you come some time near the 4th of November?"
"I shall have to ask Augustus, but I dare say we can."
He frowned slightly at the mention of Augustus.