“No,” said the child, shaking her head. “Oh, no! we have such fun over my lessons every morning! But I do like you too—a little.”
“Come, that’s a comfort!” said Sir Gordon, rising again. “There, I must go. I want to carry off Mr Bayle—on business.”
Mrs Hallam glanced sharply from one to the other, and then, to conceal her agitation, bent down over her child, and began to smooth her tangled curls.
Volume Two—Chapter Five.
Sir Gordon Bourne Asks Questions.
“I want a few words with you, Bayle,” said Sir Gordon, as the pair walked back towards the town.
“Shall we talk here, or will you come to my rooms?” and he indicated Mrs Pinet’s house, to which he had moved when Hallam married.
“Your rooms! No, man; I never feel as if I can breathe in your stuffy lodgings. How can you exist in them?”