“Damn the animal in me!”
CHAPTER IV
Not many days later Craven received a note from Miss Van Tuyn asking him to come to see her at a certain hour on a certain day. He went and found her alone in a private sitting-room overlooking the Park. For the first time he saw her without a hat. With her beautiful corn-coloured hair uncovered she looked, he thought, more lovely than when he had seen her at Lady Sellingworth’s. She noted that thought at once, caught it on the wing through his mind, as it were, and caged it comfortably in hers.
“I have seen the ‘old guard,’” she said, after she had let him hold and press her hand for two or three seconds.
“What, the whole regiment?” said Craven.
She sat down on a sofa by a basket of roses. He sat down near her.
“No; only two or three of the leaders.”
“Do I know them?”
“Probably. Mrs. Ackroyde?”