Luncheon was served, and the two ladies went down into the dining-room.  Mr Trevelyan did not appear.  There was nothing in itself singular in that, as he was accustomed to declare that luncheon was a meal too much in the day, and that a man should eat nothing beyond a biscuit between breakfast and dinner.  But he would sometimes come in and eat his biscuit standing on the hearth-rug, and drink what he would call half a quarter of a glass of sherry.  It would probably have been well that he should have done so now; but he remained in his library behind the dining-room, and when his wife and his sister-in-law had gone upstairs, he became anxious to learn whether, Colonel Osborne would come on that day, and, if so, whether he would be admitted.  He had been told that Nora Rowley was to be called for by another lady, a Mrs Fairfax, to go out and look at pictures.  His wife had declined to join Mrs Fairfax’s party, having declared that, as she was going to dine out, she would not leave her baby all the afternoon.  Louis Trevelyan, though he strove to apply his mind to an article which he was writing for a scientific quarterly review, could not keep himself from anxiety as to this expected visit from Colonel Osborne.  He was not in the least jealous.  He swore to himself fifty times over that any such feeling on his part would be a monstrous injury to his wife.  Nevertheless he knew that he would be gratified if on that special day Colonel Osborne should be informed that his wife was not at home.  Whether the man were admitted or not, he would beg his wife’s pardon; but he could, he thought, do so with more thorough efficacy and affection if she should have shown a disposition to comply with his wishes on this day.

‘Do say a word to Richard,’ said Nora to her sister in a whisper as they were going upstairs after luncheon.

‘I will not,’ said Mrs Trevelyan.

‘May I do it?’

’Certainly not, Nora.  I should feel that I were demeaning myself were I to allow what was said to me in such a manner to have any effect upon me.’

‘I think you are so wrong, Emily.  I do indeed.’

’You must allow me to be the best judge what to do in my own house, and with my own husband.’

‘Oh, yes; certainly.’

’If he gives me any command I will obey it.  Or if he had expressed his wish in any other words I would have complied.  But to be told that he would rather not have Colonel Osborne here!  If you had seen his manner and heard his words, you would not have been surprised that I should feel it as I do.  It was a gross insult and it was not the first.’

As she spoke the fire flashed from her eye, and the bright red colour of her cheek told a tale of her anger which her sister well knew how to read.  Then there was a knock at the door, and they both knew that Colonel Osborne was there.  Louis Trevelyan, sitting in his library, also knew of whose coming that knock gave notice.