Lionel saw Miss Burgoyne coming along the
corridor, and was glad of the chance of saying good-night to her before
she got on to the front of Lord Denysfort's drag. But it was not
good-night that Miss Burgoyne had in her mind.
"Mr. Moore," she said, when she came up, and she spoke in a low, clear,
incisive voice that considerably startled him. "I am told it was through
you that that boy was invited to the dinner to-night."
He looked at her in amazement.
"Well, what then?" he exclaimed. "What was the objection? I thought he
was a friend of yours. That boy?--that boy is a sufficiently important
person, surely--heir to the Petmansworth estates--why I should have
thought--"
She interrupted him.
"I consider it a gross piece of impertinence," she said, haughtily. "I
suppose you thought you were conferring a favor on _me_! How dared you
assume that any one--that any one--wished him to be present in that
room?"
She turned proudly away from him, without waiting for his reply.
"Lord Denysfort, here I am," said she; and the chinless young man with
the large ears gave her his arm and conducted her down the steps. Lionel
looked after her--bewildered.
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