Mourning, the appearance even of mourning, became impossible to her, and the cap upon her head was declared openly to be a sacrifice to the world's requirements.

It was now pushed back, but I fancy that nothing like a thought on the matter had made itself plain to her mind.

"What you must do for me is this," she continued.

"You must see Count Pateroff again, and tell him from me--as my friend--that I cannot consent to see him.
Tell him that if he will think of it, he must know the reason why." "Of course he will know." "Tell him what I say, all the same; and tell him that as I have hitherto had cause to be grateful to him for his kindness, so also I hope he will not put an end to that feeling by anything now, that would not be kind.
If there be papers of Lord Ongar's, he can take them either to my lawyers, if that be fit, or to those of the family.

You can tell him that, can you not ?" "Oh, yes; I can tell him." "And have you any objection ?" "None for myself.