Where should she go? How like
that little wretch Pammy to go and have measles now.
She would go to Golden Square as soon as it got a little cooler and make
Victor play to her. They might go for a drive later. Or she might make
Theo take her for a walk in the park. Suddenly she heard a slight
scratching noise in the entry, and rose. The porter, to save himself
trouble, was letting some visitor in unannounced. She would murder that
porter.
But when she saw the visitor she forgot the guilty official.
"Gerald!"
"Yes, Brigit. Do--do you mind?"
"I--yes, I mind, of course I do. Why have you come?"
Carron, who was very smartly dressed and who looked wretchedly ill, sank
into a chair.
"It is nearly four months ago," he murmured. "I--I hoped you would have
forgiven me."
"Well, I haven't. So please go."
Her ill-humour, accumulating ever since the receipt of the wire from the
Lenskys, seemed about to burst. She looked exceedingly angry, and the
poor wretch in the chair before her trembled as he looked at her.
"D--don't be so hard on me, Bicky."
"Don't call me Bicky. And please go. I don't want to be rude, but I
shall lose my temper if you don't."
Carron's pinched face quivered.
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