He had barely uttered the words when Mrs. Capella’s maid approached.
“Mr. Capella is here, madam,” she said “and awaits you in your sitting-room.”
Margaret became, if possible, a shade whiter.
“What about you, Robert?” she whispered.
“Me! I am going with you. Brett’s telegram is my authority.”
[Chapter XXX]
Husband and Wife
The Italian was glaring out of a window when they entered the room.
He turned instantly, with a waspish ferocity.