“No, but I can take steps which will effectually nullify the exertions you have been put to. Remember you said I was wealthy. I am tired of your stupid long-winded talk.”
Iredale turned away with a movement of disgust and irritation just as the door opened and Prudence came in.
“Ah, here you are, you two. I have been wondering where you were all this time. Do you know the people are going home?”
The girl ceased speaking abruptly and looked keenly at the two men before her. Iredale was smiling; Grey was gazing down at the stove, and apparently not listening to her.
Prudence saw that something was wrong, but she had no suspicion of the truth. She wondered; then she delivered a message she had brought and dismissed Iredale.
“Mother wants to see you, Mr. Iredale; something about Hervey.”
“I will go to her at once.” And the owner of Lonely Ranch passed out of the room.
The moment the door closed behind him the girl turned anxiously to her lover.
“What is it, Leslie dear? You are not angry with me still?”