"Aren't you coming, Miss O'Connor?"
"No. She doesn't want me to."
Lettice, who had already started on her homeward journey, obviously was not given to hear. Denis glanced, irresolute, from that expressive back to Dorothea, but ended by raising his cap and hastening after his cousin.
"I'm sorry we bored you," he said, taking possession of her coat and bag and book.
"Don't mention it," returned Lettice with polite empressement.
CHAPTER IX MELODRAMATIC
Do one thing at least I can—
Love a man or hate a man