'I think I had better go with you, as I was asked.'
'No, no; I think not.'
'I had rather, Harvey, if you don't mind. I am quite ready; shall only have to put my hat on.'
He made no further objection, but looked a little displeased, and was silent through the meal.
They travelled by rail to Edgware Road, exchanging scarce a word on the way. On the stairs of the Mansions, Alma found the ascent too much for her; she stopped, and put out a hand to support herself. Rolfe looked round.
'Nothing. You have made me walk rather quickly.'
'I'm sorry. Rest a moment.'
But Alma hastened upwards.
They were shown at once into the drawing-room, where Mrs. Carnaby, who was sitting alone, rose at the announcement of their names. Alma stepped forwards, and seemed about to offer her hand, but she was disregarded. Their hostess stood with her eyes on Rolfe, who, observing the strangeness of this reception, bowed and said nothing.
'It was I who sent the telegram, Mr. Rolfe.' Sibyl's voice had its wonted refinement, and hardly disturbed the silence. 'My husband would have postponed the pleasure of seeing you, but I thought it better you should meet him at once.' Her finger touched an electric bell. 'And I particularly wished Mrs. Rolfe to be with you; I am so glad she was able to come. Pray sit down.'