Chapter Sixty.
A Parting Present.
At parting, there had been no “scene” between Sir George Vernon and his seemingly ungrateful guest.
Nor was the interview a stormy one, as they stood face to face under the shadow of the deodara.
Sir George’s daughter had retired from the spot, her young heart throbbing with pain; while Maynard, deeply humiliated, made no attempt to justify himself.
Had there been light under the tree, Sir George would have seen before him the face of a man that expressed the very type of submission.
For some seconds, there was a profound and painful silence.
It was broken by the baronet:
“After this, sir, I presume it is not necessary for me to point out the course you should pursue? There is only one.”