“Let me take you up to London to-night, my dear.”
Mrs. Castillyon looked at her with tear-filled eyes.
“Not to-night,” she begged. “Give me till Monday, and then I’ll break with him altogether.”
“It must be now or never. Don’t you think it had better be now?”
None would have thought that Miss Ley’s cold voice was capable of such persuasive tenderness.
“Very well,” said Mrs. Castillyon, utterly exhausted. “I’ll go and tell Reggie.”
“If he raises any objection, say that I make it a condition of holding my tongue.”
“Much he’ll care!” replied Mrs. Castillyon, with a sob of anger.
She went away, but immediately returned.
“He’s gone,” she said.