"I thought you said coffee! No, I am going out," and I went on down the
corridor, the wolf-hounds following me.

"You are not a kind hostess!" he called after me.

"I am not a hostess at all," I answered back--"only a guest."

He followed me. "Then you are a very casual guest, not consulting the
pleasure of your host."

I said nothing. I only looked at him over my shoulder as I went down the
marble steps--looked at him and laughed, as on the night before.

He turned back into the house without a word, and I did not see him again
until just before luncheon.

There is something unpleasant about saying good-bye to a place, and I
found I had all sorts of sensations rising in my throat at various points
in my walk. However, all that is ridiculous and must be forgotten. As I
was coming round the corner of the terrace, a great gust of wind nearly
blew me into Mr. Carruthers's arms. Odious weather we are having this
autumn!

"Where have you been all the morning?" he said, when we had recovered
ourselves a little. "I have searched for you all over the place."

"You do not know it all yet, or you would have found me," I said,
pretending to walk on.

"No, you shall not go now!" he exclaimed, pacing beside me. "Why won't you