"No," answered Lady Lyndwood. "I came to see you. I learned from the mantua-maker she would be here at this hour. I chanced finding you alone."
He thought her speech outrageous; his nostrils distended a little and his eyes darkened.
"You flatter me," he said shortly.
She smiled.
"And now I have seen you, and you have nothing to say."
"What should we have to say to one another, my lady?" His mouth set, and he frowned.
"Do not do that," said the Countess suddenly. "You look like your brother."
She moved to the work-table and picked up her gloves; he bit his lip and was silent.
The Countess spoke again.