“I have told that scoundrel Melun that I will have no further dealing with him or any of his crew.”
“But I—” urged Westerham.
“Be silent,” cried the Prime Minister in a voice of suppressed fury. “Do you think that you have not heaped sufficient dishonour on my head already? But there is a point beyond which you shall not go. I will not have my house and my daughter degraded in this way.”
It took all Westerham's self-control to master himself now. It cut him like a whip to feel himself regarded as of the same breed as Melun. But he saw it would be utterly useless and would only provoke a scene to argue with the bitter old man. So, making a formal little bow to Lady Kathleen, he left them.
[CHAPTER VII
LADY KATHLEEN'S DOUBTS]
In the outer room he found Melun; he took him by the arm and said very quickly, “Come along, I want to speak to you.”
Melun gave him one almost quizzical look and accompanied him without speaking.
As a matter of fact, he found it rather awkward to say anything at all, and did not attempt to break the silence in which Westerham drove back to the hotel.