In the midst of his palpitating 'There, there, my lady! My dear good lady!' his tune changed on a sudden to 'See; they are parting! They are parting already.

And--and I think--I really think--indeed, my lady, I am sure that she has refused him! She has not accepted him ?' 'Refused him!' Lady Dunborough ejaculated in scorn.

Nevertheless she lowered the cane and, raising her glass, addressed herself to the window.

'Not accepted him?
Bosh, man!' 'But if Sir George had proposed to her before ?' the tutor suggested.
'There--oh, he is coming in! He has--he has seen us.' It was too true.

Mr.Dunborough, approaching the door with a lowering face, had looked up as if to see what witnesses there were to his discomfiture.