'It may be,' he replied with a doggedness that certainly was not natural to him.
'What have I done?' asked the girl, sorely piqued now.
'Nothing, perhaps,' he replied shrinking from putting his thoughts into words.
'Can it be that you are changeable and inconstant? When you saw me, and knew that I was in London, why did you not come to me at once?'
'Because I knew not where or with whom you were residing.'
'Did you go to Fettercairn House?'
'No.'
'Why?' she asked curtly, for her suspicions were being kindled now.
'I knew the family were not in town.'
'Then you might have asked for Lady Drumshoddy, and, if not, somehow have heard——'