“How does every one know it?” replied I. “Your enemies are not likely to let you off with yesterday’s attempt.”
His honour looked at me as if he would read in my face something more than my words expressed. I was older now than I once was, and I was my own master, so I had no reason to avoid his scrutiny.
“I have given you the advice of a friend,” said he coldly; “take it or leave it. Meanwhile, your business here is at an end.”
“May I see Miss Kit?” said I, in a milder tone, which his honour at once observed. “She desired to see me when I came to-day.”
“Miss Gorman is not at home.”
This was a blow to me, and I had not the art to conceal it.
“Will she be back to-day?” I ventured to ask.
“No; she has gone on a visit to friends,” replied his honour, who evidently enjoyed my disappointment.
“She expected to be at home when I saw her yesterday.”
“And what of that? Pray, what matters it to you?”