He thanked me, gravely and courteously, and then quietly went his way.
[CHAPTER XII.]
JEALOUSY.
WHEN Ronald came in, I told him at once of William Greystock's visit, and added that I had accepted the invitation.
"Have you? I said to Greystock that I was sure you would not go," remarked my husband, taking up his old station on the hearth with his back to the empty grate.
"I thought you would be vexed if I refused," I rejoined, watching him keenly as I spoke.
"It would vex me still more if you did anything that you hated doing, Louie. And lately you have shown such a dislike to society that—"
"That I had better keep out of it, Ronald? Well, it isn't too late to send an excuse."