"You are not, indeed. I rather fancy you wish to get rid of me, Miss Rivers."
"Miss Rivers! Miss Rivers! How did you know her name?"
"I? Oh, I have heard it several times! Your sister mentioned Miss Rivers to-day at luncheon."
"Show your book, Ella, at all events."
She went to a distant table, after a full, searching look at Colonel Wilton, and brought the book he well remembered.
"Here is a capital likeness of my pony and my father's pet Skye. But, Ella, you have torn out a page—the first one. Why?"
"Because it pleased me to do so." She spoke very composedly, but the color went and came faintly in her cheek.
"Do tell me why, Ella?" with sharp, angry entreaty.
"I will not, Donald! You are tyrannical."
His eyes flashed, but he controlled himself.