“Certainly not,” echoed Harold Castello, gayly, as he abruptly entered again, having listened outside to the whole conversation.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
SAVED BY FIRE.
“Suzanne!” called her young mistress, sharply.
The woman halted on the threshold and looked back questioningly.
“I wish you to return and spend the night in my room.”
“Oui, madame,” answered the woman, retiring.
Then Violet turned passionately on the intruder.
“Leave the room, Harold Castello! I will not endure your presence!” she cried, angrily.
His answer was a mocking laugh.
“Obey me!” she exclaimed, imperiously, her blue eyes flashing scorn.