"You went to my lodgings?"
"Yes."
"And secured them for an indefinite time?"
"Yes."
"And all my clothes and things are as I left them?"
"Yes—that is, as far as I could look over them. Mr. Glyn was with me."
"Oh, he has forgiven you again!"
"Certainly not," said Nelly, with a touch of indignation. "He has not forgiven me, for I never provoked a quarrel with him in my life. He has come to his senses, that is all; and he is no sooner come to them than he is off again. But this is the final blow; he will never get over this."
"This what?"
"My disappearance from London without telling him. I go back. He comes to see me; is surprised, offended; wants me to be penitent for having annoyed him by my silence. Of course I am not. Then he becomes angry, demands to know where I have been. I tell him that is my business, and he goes off in a fury. That's nothing new. But then he sends me a formal note, saying that unless I write to him and explain my absence from London he will never see me again."