The fine, delicate irony of her tone could not fail to strike him keenly.
He tried to ignore it as he said in a voice that betrayed nothing of his conflicting emotions:
"My proposed course meets with your full approval, then, madam?"
She inclines her head with stately grace.
"I cannot think of anything at present, Colonel Carlyle, that would please me so well as a few years at a Parisian school such as you mentioned."
"She is only too glad to have an opportunity of separating herself from me," he thinks, bitterly; but aloud he answers coldly, "So be it; I shall be happy to meet your wishes."
[CHAPTER XXI.]
It is barely midnight and the mirth and merriment are at their hight down-stairs. Bonnibel hears the sound of