But the training of a lifetime and constant habits of thought were stronger still than any mood.
“No,” said Robert, shortly, “I won't see her. I must get back to London at once.”
CHAPTER XXVIII
The Prince looked at him in astonishment.
“You can't get to London to-night,” said he; “there are no trains.”
“I can walk.”
“It is thirty-five miles.”
“I am accustomed to long walks.”
“At any rate you will have some supper first—in my little breakfast-room. Don't refuse, because I want you to meet Castrillon.”