He fixed his gaze eagerly upon her.
“I have—yes.”
Seton prepared to take his leave, but Gray impetuously thrust him back, immediately turning again to his cousin.
“Perhaps you haven’t heard, Margaret,” he began. “I have heard what has happened tonight—to Sir Lucien.”
Both men stared at her silently for a moment.
“Seton has been with me all the time,” said Gray. “If he will consent to stay, with your permission, Margaret, I should like him to do so.”
“Why, certainly,” agreed the girl. “In fact, I shall be glad of his advice.”
Seton inclined his head, and without another word resumed his seat. Gray was too excited to sit down again. He stood on the tiger-skin rug before the fender, watching his cousin and smoking furiously.
“Firstly, then,” continued Margaret, “please throw that cigarette in the fire, Quentin.”
Gray removed the cigarette from between his lips, and stared at it dazedly. He looked at the girl, and the clear grey eyes were watching him with an inscrutable expression.