"I had already given him cause to do so." "If he has, then amongst his correspondence there may be some indication as to where he sent it," Fenn pointed out, with unabated ill-temper.

"If you don't like the job, and you won't be friendly, you'd better take the easy-chair and wait till I'm through." She sat down, watching him with angry eyes, uncomfortable, unhappy, humiliated.

She seemed to have dropped in a few hours from the realms of rarefied and splendid thought to a world of petty deeds.

Not one of her companion's actions was lost upon her.

She watched him study with ill-concealed reverence a ducal invitation, saw him read through without hesitation a letter which she felt sure was from Julian's mother.