"Why on earth did you not let me know when first you came to this place?"
"Grandmamma has never told me why she left you uninformed of our arrival," I laughed. "How could we have known it would interest you?'"
"But you—don't you ever do anything of your own accord?"
"I would like to sometimes."
"It is monstrous to have kept you shut up here and then to—"
Augustus crossed the room.
"Ambrosine," he interrupted, rudely, "I shall come and fetch you this evening for dinner, as you are too busy now to speak to me."
"Very well," I said.
Sir Antony rose, and we made a general good-bye.
There was something disturbed in his face—as if he had not said what he meant to. A sickening anger and disgust with fate made my hand cold. Oh!—if—Alas!