It
was cold in here.
"I suppose I'd better tell Theo the truth--or, no, just that I've
changed my mind. No, I can't do that, for I'd never see _him_ again. I
want to see him; there's no danger; he'll never suspect me."
Up and down the two rooms she paced, her two long black plaits hanging
over her shoulders and accentuating the red-Indian character of her
face. "How Gerald would gloat!" she thought suddenly, clenching her
hands. "The beast!"
The stable clock struck one. She had thought that wretched old Duchess
would never want to go to bed.
"I wish I could tell Pam. According to the Duchess, Pam is a mine of
wisdom. But I know what she did about that Peele man, and I haven't the
courage to do that. Oh, why did I ever _see_ Theo? Then I'd have married
Ponty, and--_what's that_?" Wheeling fiercely, she faced the door
leading from her sitting-room into the passage. It opened noiselessly
and Carron came in, dressed as she had last seen him. "Hush! don't be
frightened, Brigit. I saw your light and----"
"Well--and?" She looked as if she were about to spring at his throat,
and he closed the door quietly and entered her bedroom.
"My good child, don't be melodramatic! I only wanted to tell you
that--that I am sorry I was rude to you the day you left----"
"Rude, were you? I had quite forgotten it.
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