You're joking, ain't
you?"
"No. Joking, in that sense, does not amuse me."
Cashel looked at her in consternation. "You don't mean to say that
you went to see a--a--Where--when did you see me? You might tell
me."
"Certainly. It was at Clapham Junction, at a quarter-past six."
"Was any one with me?"
"Your friend, Mr. Mellish, Lord Worthington, and some other
persons."
"Yes. Lord Worthington was there. But where were you?"
"In a waiting-room, close to you."
"I never saw you," said Cashel, growing red as he recalled the
scene. "We must have looked very queer. I had had an accident to my
eye, and Mellish was not sober. Did you think I was in bad company?"
"That was not my business, Mr. Cashel Byron."
"No," said Cashel, with sudden bitterness. "What did YOU care what
company I kept? You're mad with me because I made your cousin look
like a fool, I suppose. That's what's the matter."
Lydia looked around to see that no one was within earshot, and,
speaking in a low tone to remind him that they were not alone, said,
"There is nothing the matter, except that you are a grown-up boy
rather than a man. I am not mad with you because of your attack upon
my cousin; but he is very much annoyed, and so is Mrs.
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