"You look forward with pleasure," he said, "to giving Mr. Grey an account of your adventures."
"I do indeed," said Margaret.
"And so do I."
"You, Mr. Haveloc!"
"Yes, I shall come in for the narrative. Perhaps you do not know that I shall return to Ashdale before you do."
"Yes, my uncle told me so," said Margaret, with something like a sigh.
Now, nothing in general so much offends a man as not appearing extremely delighted with his society; but Mr. Haveloc, perhaps from the novelty of the thing, seemed rather pleased than otherwise.
"You don't look so glad as you ought," he said, with a smile, "which is rather ungrateful on your part; for to me Ashdale would lose very much of its attraction if you were absent."
It was enough to make her blush, such a marked compliment, and from such a person; and, to heighten her confusion, there was George Gage still staring at her on the other side of the table, as only a military man can stare.
"I suppose," said Mr. Haveloc, "the truth is, that you think you cannot tell Mr. Grey your little secrets when I am present; that is why you wish me away."