But Honora would not hear of it.
"Come over with me this afternoon, then," suggested Mr. Spence, "and I'll give you a lesson."
She thanked him gratefully.
"But it won't be much fun for you, I'm afraid," she added, as they left the dining room.
"Don't worry about me," he answered cheerfully. He was dressed in a checked golf costume, and wore a pink shirt of a new pattern. And he stood in front of her in the hall, glowing from his night's sleep, evidently in a high state of amusement.
"What's the matter?" she demanded.
"You did for the Vicomte all right," he said. "I'd give a good deal to see him going through the Institution."
"It wouldn't have hurt you, either," she retorted, and started up the stairs. Once she glanced back and saw him looking after her.
At the far end of the second story hall she perceived the Vicomte, who had not appeared at breakfast, coming out of his room. She paused with her hand on the walnut post and laughed a little, so ludicrous was his expression as he approached her.
"Ah, Mademoiselle, que vous etes mechante!" he exclaimed. "But I forgive you, if you will not go off with that stock-broker. It must be that I see the Home sometime, and if I go now it is over. I forgive you. It is in the Bible that we must forgive our neighbour—how many times?"