“Of course not, my clever little schemer. Come in, too, and hear how I’ve flanked you both.”
A sudden change came over the girl’s smiling countenance, with its air of wonder, and it was with a vindictive flash of her eyes that she suddenly caught Rolph by the arm.
“Not married?” she said in a harsh whisper.
“No; not yet.”
“Hah!”
It was a catching sigh of relief as Rolph threw open the drawing-room door, and, with mock politeness, stood aside for Marjorie to enter.
Mrs Rolph looked troubled and disturbed, and evidently welcomed the appearance of Marjorie, making a sign for the girl to come to her side, and then drawing herself up in her most stately way ready to receive her son’s attack, which was not long in coming.
“Why did you go to Hayle’s this morning?”
“On business, Rob.”
“What for?”