“Poor Lord Robert!” I said, but I felt my cheeks burn.
“Yes, is it not tiresome for him? So, of course, he cannot marry until his brother’s death; there is almost no one in England suitable.”
“It is not so sad after all,” I said, “there is always the delicious rôle of the ‘married woman’s pet’ open to him, isn’t there?” and I laughed.
“Little cat!” but she wasn’t angry.
“I told you I only scratched when I was scratched first,” I said, as I went out of the room.
The angels had started for their walk, and Véronique had to come with me at first to find them. We were walking fast down the path beyond Stanhope Gate, seeing their blue velvet pelisses in the distance, when we met Mr. Carruthers.
He stopped, and turned with me.
“Evangeline, I was so angry with you yesterday,” he said, “I very nearly left London, and abandoned you to your fate, but now that I have seen you again——” he paused.
“You think Paris is a long way off!” I said innocently.