“I wish that you had consulted me,” he said in his most chilling manner. “Hotels are public places for young girls.”
“Not when they are under proper chaperonage,” she said gently; “and really I did not suppose that you took any interest in my movements.”
He glanced suspiciously at her, but saw that there was no hint of fault-finding in her manner.
“I have come in this evening to tell you something that I know will please you,” she said.
Something to please him—he wondered in a dull way what it was.
“Captain Macartney wishes to marry me,” she said.
He stared incredulously at her. “Captain Macartney!”
“Yes; he asked me this evening.”
He pondered over the news for some instants in silence, then he said, “Why do you say that this will please me?”
Vivienne looked steadily at him. “Mr. Armour, you cannot conceal the fact from me that I am a great burden to you.”