and joined Grandcourt, who made no observation.
"Don't you want to know what I had to say to Mr Deronda?" said Gwendolen, whose own pride required her to account for her conduct.
"A—no," said Grandcourt, coldly.
"Now that is the first impolite word you have spoken—that you don't wish to hear what I had to say," said Gwendolen, playing at a pout.
"I wish to hear what you say to me—not to other men," said Grandcourt.
"Then you wish to hear this. I wanted to make him tell me why he objected to my gambling, and he gave me a little sermon."
"Yes—but excuse me the sermon." If Gwendolen imagined that Grandcourt cared about her speaking to Deronda, he wished her to understand that she was mistaken. But he was not fond of being told to ride on. She saw he was piqued, but did not mind. She had accomplished her object of speaking again to Deronda before he raised his hat and turned with the rest towards Diplow, while her lover attended her to Offendene, where he was to bid farewell before a whole day's absence on the unspecified journey. Grandcourt had spoken truth in calling the journey a bore: he was going by train to Gadsmere.
