myself!' Laura spoke as if she were telling that she had stabbed him, standing there with dilated eyes.
Lady Davenant got up again and went to her; drawing off her glove she felt her cheek with the back of her hand. 'You are ill, you are in a fever. I'm sure that whatever you said it was very charming.'
'Yes, I am ill,' said Laura.
'Upon my honour you shan't go home, you shall go straight to bed. And what did he say to you?'
'Oh, it was too miserable!' cried the girl, pressing her face again into her companion's kerchief. 'I was all, all mistaken; he had never thought!'
'Why the deuce then did he run about that way after you? He was a brute to say it!'
'He didn't say it and he never ran about. He behaved like a perfect gentleman.'
'I've no patience—I wish I had seen him that time!' Lady Davenant declared.
'Yes, that would have been nice! You'll never see him; if he is a gentleman he'll rush away.'
'Bless me, what a rushing away!' murmured the old woman. Then passing her arm round Laura she added, 'You'll please to come upstairs with me.'
Half an hour later she had some conversation with her butler which led to his consulting a little register into which it was his law to transcribe with great neatness, from their cards, the addresses of new visitors. This volume, kept in the drawer of the hall table, revealed the fact that Mr. Wendover was staying in George Street, Hanover Square. 'Get into a cab immediately and tell him to come
