I will tell her of this meeting
with you, and if it is her desire, I will bring you her address
myself within a few hours. I cannot do more than that."
Her face was suddenly cold and hard.
"You mean that you will not!" she exclaimed angrily. "You are
obstinate. I do not know how you dare to refuse what I ask."
The car had come to a standstill. He stepped out on to the
pavement.
"This is Grantham House, madam," he announced. "Will you
descend?"
He heard her draw a quick breath between her teeth and he caught
a gleam in her eyes which made him feel vaguely uneasy. She was
very angry indeed.
"I do not think that it is necessary for me to do so," she said
frigidly. "I do not like the look of the house at all. I do not
believe that it will suit me."
"At least, now that you are here," he protested, "you will, if
you please, go over it. I should like you to see the ballroom.
The decorations are supposed to be quite exceptional."
She hesitated for a moment and then, with a slight shrug of the
shoulders, she yielded. There was a note in his tone not exactly
insistent, and yet dominant, a note which she obeyed although
secretly she wondered at herself for doing so. They passed
inside the house and she followed him from room to room, leaving
him to do all the talking. She seemed very little interested but
every now and then she asked a languid question.
"I do not think that it is in the least likely to suit me," she
decided at last.
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