"Can you ask?" she said archly. "To the baby, of course." And with a laugh she vanished through the doorway, while Guy, with a scowl, pushed the door roughly to, and strode across the room to Eustace.
"Well?" he demanded curtly.
"Well," answered Eustace coolly, "I did what I could--but of course, my dear fellow, it's a very delicate matter, and really I had no right to interfere in any way."
"What did she say?" demanded Guy roughly, turning as white as a sheet.
"She said you had better go to Town with me," answered Gartney reluctantly.
Guy burst out with a harsh laugh, and turned towards the window with a gesture of despair.
"Good God! and I'm breaking my heart for that statue."
[CHAPTER XXIII.]
MRS. VEILSTURM'S "AT HOME."
"I hate 'At Homes,' they're simply Inquisitions