Although Mr. Vawdrey had been civil enough to go in quest of Violet's cloak, and had seemed especially desirous of bringing her to the terrace, he was by no means delightful now he had got her there. They took a turn or two in silence, broken only by a brief remark about the beauty of the night, and the extent of the prospect.
"I think it is the finest view in the Forest," said Vixen, dwelling on the subject for lack of anything else to say. "You must be very fond of Ashbourne."
"I don't exactly recognise the necessity. The view is superb, no doubt; but the house is frightfully commonplace. It is a little better than Briarwood. That is about all which an enthusiastic admirer could advance in its favour. How much longer does Lord Mallow mean to take up his abode with you?"
Vixen shrugged her cloaked shoulders with an action that seemed to express contemptuous carelessness.
"I haven't the least idea. That is no business of mine, you know."
"I don't know anything of the kind," retorted Rorie captiously. "I should have thought it was very much your business."
"Should you, really?" said Vixen mockingly.
If the gentleman's temper was execrable, the lady's mood was not too amiable.
"Yes. Are not you the load-star? It is your presence that makes the Abbey House pleasant to him. Who can wonder that he protracts his stay?"
"He has been with us a little more than a fortnight."