‘I’ll follow you directly,’ said Desmond.
‘You’ll come at once, if you please,’ she said, with a pretty imperiousness.
‘Come!’
They went away together, young Conseltine following them with a deepening of his usual ill-bred, angry scowl.
‘The supercilious brute!’ said Desmond under his breath.
‘One fight a day is quite enough, Desmond,’ whispered Lady Dulcie.
‘Fight!’ said Desmond. ‘Much of a fight ’twould be. I’d——-’
‘Quite so,’ Dulcie interrupted him quietly. ‘I know you’d—and as I don’t want you to, you’ll just go quietly, and ask to have some dinner laid for us, and keep out of his way for the rest of the evening.’