“Yes.”
“Why, then, is he not with you?”
“He is making arrangements for our departure, and I am afraid you will not see him—at any rate, at present.”
“Why not?”
“You will remember that we came here for a certain purpose, and that, certainly, was not to return as soon as we had arrived. One of us is to remain, and it is decided that I go with you.”
“Oh,” she said, looking haughtily at him, “is this your arrangement?”
“Yes,” he answered slowly; “I made it.”
“Then I decline to go with you.”
“I am afraid you must.”
“Where is Mr Hume?” she asked, as the blood flashed in her cheeks.