“Then perhaps you’ll dine with me here?” Virginia cut sharply in. “I don’t want to go out, and——”
The door slammed to with a crash, and startled Virginia’s hand to her heart. Tarlyon stared, and then he laughed. He had an eighteenth-century kind of laugh; and he threw back his head a little, and his eyes wrinkled up, as he laughed. It really was rather funny, that sudden exit.... Far below them in the great house, like a cry in the bowels of the earth, a door slammed massively.
CHAPTER XIX
1
When, very soon after, Turner received his master’s command to pack “things,” he did not delay; for though he had seen his master darkly furious before now, he did not remember ever to have seen him so very darkly furious.
“We go to Nasyngton by the next train,” Ivor told him shortly.
“It won’t be very tidy, sir,” Turner murmured.
“No matter,” said his master.
“And for how long, sir—for the packing?”
“Oh, for a few days, man! I don’t know....” Ivor impatiently drove him from the room; then called to him: “Tell Mrs. Hope she needn’t come down. We can manage.”