“Tell your mistress I am waiting,” he said, abruptly.
The maid did not return, and his anger grew with each lengthening minute.
At the end of an hour, Kate appeared.
He fixed her with a look of angry amazement.
“Well, what is it?” she asked, impatiently.
“Why did you keep your maid and send no answer to me?”
“I was writing a letter. Are you a king? What is it?” she repeated, coldly.
“I wish to say something of the utmost importance both to you and to me, and to another man,” he said slowly, in a voice pulsing with a storm of emotion.
The violet eyes danced and laughed in his face.
“So tragic?” she asked, mockingly.