"I am going home." "Mr.Lind has suggested our supping together," said Conolly, observing her curiously.
Susanna looked quickly at them.
"Who is Mr.Lind ?" she said.
"Your friend, of course," said Conolly, with an answering flash of intelligence that brought out the resemblance between them startlingly.
"Mr.Marmaduke Lind." Marmaduke became very red as they both waited for him to explain.
"I thought that you would perhaps join us at supper," he said to Susanna.
"Did you ?" she said, threateningly.

Then she turned her back on him and went to her dressing-room.
"Well, Mr.Lind," said Conolly, "what do you think of Mademoiselle Lalage now ?" "I think her annoyance is very natural," said Marmaduke, gloomily.

"No doubt you are right to take care of your sister, but you are very much mistaken if you think I meant to act badly toward her." "It is no part of my duty to take care of her," said Conolly, seriously.

"She is her own guardian, and she has never been encouraged to suppose that her responsibility lies with any one but herself." "It doesnt matter now," said Marmaduke; "for I intend never to speak to her again." Conolly laughed.

"However that may turn out," he said, "we are evidently not in the mood for further conviviality, so let us postpone the supper to some other occasion.