“You shall, child, all in good time. But do not be in a hurry to deprive me of your fair company.” He rose as he spoke, and taking her hand, led her dumbly to a low-backed settee at the other end of the great room.

“If you have aught to say to me, your Grace, I beg that you will reserve it until tomorrow. I am not in the humour tonight.”

He laughed at her.

“Still so cold, child?”

“I am not like to be different, sir.”

His eyes glinted.

“You think so? I shall show you that you are wrong, my dear. You may loathe me, you may love me, but I think you will lose something of that icy indifference. Allow me to point out to you that there is a couch behind you.”

“I perceive it, sir.”