"And you're going to obey them," she said.
Beresford shrugged his shoulders sullenly.
"What good will it do?" he demanded.
"It will please me," she answered promptly. "Lady Maitland says that all I want is love, ten thousand a year and my own way. I don't want you to die, Peter mine."
He looked at her and turned his head resignedly away.
"I feel sometimes I've not got a great deal to live for," he sighed.
She jumped up with a show of indignation.
"You dare say that, when I've outraged Colonel Grayle by leaving his party to come and sit with you! Never again, my Peter! If you think so little of having me here——"
"It would be better for him and more seemly for you to drop this kind of thing," I suggested.
She looked at me with her head on one side and then swung slowly round to Beresford.