"Oh! I should love to," I said.
However, grandmamma, when the subject was broached to her presently, firmly declined.
"A month ago I should have accepted with much pleasure," she said, "but circumstances and my health do not now permit me to part even for a short time with Ambrosine."
She looked at Lady Tilchester and Lady Tilchester looked back at her, and although nothing more was said about the matter, I am sure they understood each other.
Sir Antony came and sat by me in the window-sill. I was wearing my chatelaine and he noticed it.
"I am a blind idiot!" he exclaimed. "Of course you are the kind lady who lent me the knife, which I broke, and then stole in a brutal way."
"I saw you did not recognize me the other night."
"I could only see out of one eye, you know, that day in the lane—that must be my excuse."
I said nothing.
"I am not going to give back the knife."