‘Your mother has gone on purpose that I may speak to you,’ said his lordship.  ‘Why should you grudge me the opportunity?’

Marie returned to her chair and again seated herself.  She also had thought much of her own position since her return from Liverpool.  Why had Sir Felix not been there?  Why had he not come since her return, and, at any rate, endeavoured to see her?  Why had he made no attempt to write to her?  Had it been her part to do so, she would have found a hundred ways of getting at him.  She absolutely had walked inside the garden of the square on Sunday morning, and had contrived to leave a gate open on each side.  But he had made no sign.  Her father had told her that he had...