“Did you want to see my son?” questioned the Viscount, eying her.
“No,” she answered dully.
“You merely questioned, madam, that you might avoid him?”
Lady Dalrymple lifted her head.
“Perhaps,” she said, with trembling lips.
The Viscount smiled.
“Will you, madam, do me a like service?”
“What?” she asked.
“Avoid me, madam; the house is large enough.”
A faint flush came into her face.