"
"How good of you," I said, sweetly. "And did they not tell you I had gone
with Lady Verningham?"
"Nothing of the kind. They merely announced that you had departed for
London, so I supposed it was your original design of Claridge's, and I
intended going round there some time to find you."
Again I said it was so good of him, and I looked down.
He did not speak for a second or two, and I remained perfectly still.
"What are your plans?" he asked, abruptly.
"I have no plans."
"But you must have--that is ridiculous--you must have made some decision
as to where you are going to live!"
"No, I assure you," I said, calmly, "when I leave here on Saturday I shall
just get into a cab and think of some place for it to take me to, I
suppose, as we turn down Park Lane."
He moved uneasily, and I glanced at him up from under my hat. I don't know
why he does not attract me now as much as he did at first. There is
something so cold and cynical about his face.
"Listen, Evangeline," he said, at last. "Something must be settled for
you. I cannot allow you to drift about like this. I am more or less your
guardian, you know--you must feel that."
"I don't a bit," I said.
"You impossible little--witch." He came closer.
"Yes, Lady Verningham says I am a witch, and a snake, and all sorts of
bad, attractive things, and I want to go somewhere where I shall be able
to show these qualities.
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