“Oh, no,” said the girl; “call as often as you like, but this evening I’m busy. Come to-morrow.”
This hospitality over-reached itself. “Have you left the Wheelers?” he enquired, suddenly.
“Yes,” said Poppy, simply.
“What’s the good of telling me to call, then?” enquired Fraser, bluntly.
“They will be pleased to see you, I’m sure,” said Miss Tyrell.
“Where are you going?” asked Fraser.
Miss Tyrell made no reply, except to favour him with a glance which warned him not to repeat the question, and he walked beside her for some time in silence.
“Good-bye,” she said, suddenly.
“I’m not going,” said Fraser, with artless surprise.
“Mr. Fraser,” said the girl, reddening with anger, “will you please understand that I wish to be alone?”