“To Paris first. Then on to Lyons, and Marseilles. I don’t think you know Marseilles?”
“No. I don’t wish to know it.”
“I’ve no doubt you will like it when you are there.”
“I prefer the Riviera.”
“You have been there so often. It will be better for you to have a thorough change.”
“I don’t want a change. You can go to Marseilles and I’ll go to Monte Carlo with my mother, as usual.”
Sir Robert looked at her with a new determination in his eyes.
“No. I’ve made my arrangements, and you must fall in with them. You have had your own way about your holiday for a good many winters; now you must give way to mine.”
Lady Sarah looked up with hard, mutinous eyes. But there was a look in those of her husband which she could not meet more than a few moments. With an impatient shrug of the shoulders she turned away and walked towards the door.
“The carriage will be round in five minutes,” said he. “Please get ready quickly, as we haven’t much time to catch the train.”