"You don't keep them up, you depress them to anguish," she almost passionately protested, "when you don't tell me you'll treat!"
He paused in his preoccupation, his perambulation, conscious evidently of no reluctance that was worth a scene with so charming and so hungry a woman. "Well, if it's a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?"
"Dear Mr. Bender, she's in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have," Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, "as many as you like."
"Oh, you must be there to protect me!"
"Then as soon as I return———!"
"Well,"—it clearly cost him little to say—"I'll come right round."
She joyously registered the vow. "Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!"
"Never a word, certainly. But where all this time," Mr. Bender asked, "is Lord John?"
Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her eyes meeting those of a young woman who, presenting herself from without, stood framed in the doorway to the terrace; a slight fair grave
