“You are going!”
He smiled slightly.
“I don’t sleep at Claridge’s as you and Miss Cronin do.”
“No, of course not. Thank you so very, very much! But I can never thank you properly.”
She paused. Then she said with sudden bitterness:
“And I used to pride myself on my independence!”
“Ah—independence! A word!” said Sir Seymour.
He turned away to go, but when he was near the door he stopped and seemed hesitating.
“What is it?” said Miss Van Tuyn anxiously.
“Even men sometimes have instincts,” he said, turning round.