“Well?” she asked insolently.
“What has happened since last night to change you so, Doris?”
“I’ve had a chance to think.”
“Of what?”
“That it was time you and I had an understanding.”
“I don’t see——”
“Wait!” she commanded, with a wave of the hand. “There isn’t anything that you can say that will make me change my mind. Therefore the sooner this talk is over the better for both of us. I’ve told you and you know already that my whole soul is wrapped in the cause of England in this war. I can have nothing but pity and contempt for any Englishman——”
She paused, for at this moment, the parlor maid appeared and, gathering up some brasses on Lady Heathcote’s desk, went out of the room.
“I beg that you will be more careful, Doris,” Cyril whispered.