Suddenly she raised her handsome head, and, looking at Egerton, said:
“If you are talking of private matters, I will go and rest until you are ready to recommence.”
The artist glanced inquiringly at his friend.
“There is no necessity for leaving us, Dolly,” said Trethowen. “We are all three old friends, and my purpose in coming here this afternoon is to spend an hour with you for the last time.”
“The last time!” she echoed in dismay. “Why—are you going away?”
He did not answer for a moment. His eyes were fixed upon the girl’s face, and his lips trembled a little under the shadow of his fair moustache. Could he really muster up courage to tell them of his intention? He hesitated, then he replied, firmly enough:
“By an unfortunate combination of circumstances I am compelled to leave all my friends. I much regret it, but it cannot be avoided.”
The men had seated themselves, and the pretty model was pouring tea into three dainty little cups.
Egerton frowned impatiently.
“This sort of talk isn’t like you, Hugh, and it sounds bad. Surely you don’t contemplate leaving us altogether?”