“Feel just as you please about me,” said Leslie; “but I cannot bid your brother good-by, nor shake hands with him. Come back to me when he has gone, and be quick. We ought to be in the house now. There is no use in our getting into fresh trouble.”
Annie turned slowly away. In about ten minutes she came back to Leslie.
“He has gone,” she said. “He will take his passage for Australia to-morrow. I shall never see him any more.”
Her tone was cold, calm, and low.
“Then let us return to the house,” said Leslie.
They went slowly across the quadrangle, entered by the side door, and went up to their room.
“I wish I was not your roomfellow, Annie,” said Leslie. “I never knew I could feel so bitter towards anyone.”
“You will get over it, dear, and, after all, as Rupert says——”
“Oh, please don’t mention his name!”
Annie looked at her, a frown coming between her brows.