CHAPTER X.
A PROPOSAL.
The door of the house in North Parade was opened by Graves.
"Where have you been?" she said anxiously. "Dinner is not only served, but just finished. There have been tantrums about it, I can tell you. You may prepare for a fuss. Her ladyship——"
"Perhaps," Griselda said, turning to Leslie—"perhaps you had better pay your visit to-morrow. Let me see Lady Betty alone."
Graves, who saw the hesitation, now said:
"Yes, Miss Griselda, her ladyship is in no mood to see a stranger. You had best bid the gentleman good-day, and come in."
"It may be it is best," Griselda said. "So good-bye—good-bye till to-morrow."
"Unless we meet in the Assembly Room," Leslie said, holding her hand; and bending over it, he pressed it to his lips again and again, as if he could not give it up.
She drew it gently away, and then ran with a light step to her own room. Graves followed her.