"No. He quarrelled with his father, who left him without a sou. But Howard knew it before he quitted England."
Lucille did not speak again until they had joined her mother, to whom she said something so hurriedly that Gayerson did not catch the import of her words.
At this moment I entered the room, and made my way towards them, feeling more fit for my bed than a ball-room, for I had travelled night and day to dance a waltz with Lucille. As I approached, Gayerson bowed to the ladies and took his departure.
"My dance, Mademoiselle," I said, "if you have been so kind as to remember it."
"Yes," answered Lucille, coldly as it seemed, "but I am tired, and we are going home."
I looked towards Madame, and saw something in her face, I knew not what.
"Your arm, mon ami," she said, lifting her hand; "we had better go home."