"I am a singularly sore-hearted one," Lady Fulda answered, "and very full of remorse, for I think now—I might have done something to prevent—" she stammered.
"The final catastrophe," Angelica concluded. "Then you are laying his death at my door?"
"Oh, no; Heaven forbid!" her aunt protested.
A long pause ensued, which was broken by Lady Fulda rising.
"It is time I returned," she said. "Come back with me to Morne. It will be less miserable for you than staying here alone to-night."
Angelica looked up at her for a second or two with a perfectly blank countenance, then rose slowly. "How do you propose to return?" she asked.
"I had not thought of that—I left the carriage in Morningquest," Lady
Fulda answered.
"Really, Aunt Fulda," Angelica snapped, then rang the bell impatiently; "you can't walk back to Morningquest, and be in time for dinner at the castle also, I should think. The carriage immediately," this was to the man who had answered the bell.
"You will accompany me?" Lady Fulda meekly pleaded.
"I suppose so," was the ungracious rejoinder—"that is if you will decide for me, I am tired of action. I just want to drift."