"I—I hadn't thought about it."
"Is that the truth?"
Lynn was silent: then—
"Not exactly," she said with a faint effort.
"I tried to say something to you that evening—you remember?"
"Yes."
"Why wouldn't you let me say it?"
"I thought you had better not," said Lynn in a low voice.
"Don't say that; not unless you mean me to understand that"—
"Mr. Amherst," broke in Mrs. Hadwell, imperatively, "you are a horrid man! First you refuse to give me Ricossia's address, next you stand and talk to Miss Thayer in a low voice without giving me a chance to show her my portrait. She's dying to see it, aren't you, Lynn? and it's getting so dark. Can't you drive back with me and take dinner? then you can talk to Lynn as much as ever you want and Mr. Hadwell and I will sit by like deaf-mutes and play propriety. Won't you?"