"And afterwards?"
"Entirely depends upon the humour I am in."
He took his dismissal in a sufficiently sulky manner, which made Mrs. Veilsturm smile blandly, on seeing which he turned away with a stifled curse. It was extraordinary, the change in this man, who, from being a good-natured-enough fellow, had suddenly changed, through his wife's cruelty and his temptress's caprices, into a morose, disagreeable individual, whom nobody cared to speak with.
"Is that Sir Guy Errington?" asked a soft voice behind him. "See if it is, Mr. Macjean."
"There is no need," responded Errington with forced civility, turning round to Otterburn and Miss Shelton. "You have very sharp eyes."
"Ah, you see I knew what your costume was going to be," said Victoria, who looked wonderfully pretty as Flora Macdonald. "Aunt Jelly told me."
"By the way, how is Aunt Jelly?"
"She's not at all well," replied Victoria, reproachfully, "and you have not been near her for some weeks."
"More pleasantly employed, eh?" said Otterburn, laughing, for which he was rewarded by a fierce glance from Errington.
"I've been busy," he said briefly. "I'll call shortly. Hope you'll enjoy this foolery, Miss Sheldon."