"May I expect you to-morrow?"
"To-morrow? Let me see. Well, I was going to the Carrington's to lunch. I promised to go, so I must; but I need not stay long. I can leave at three and be here at half past; only that will be too late in any case on account of the light, won't it?"
"Not if it is a bright day."
"You see, I need not accept any more invitations. I shan't, if I am coming here, but I have one or two old engagements I must keep."
I dropped her hands and turned away.
"But I can't let you give up your amusements, your time for me in this way!" I said.
Viola laughed.
"It's not much to give up—a few luncheons and teas! As long as I have time for my music I will give you all the rest."
She stood drawing on her gloves, facing the fire; her large soft, fearless eyes met mine across the red light.
I stepped forwards towards her impulsively.