you all our pet points of view. Till two o’clock, then, farewell.”
She nodded to me with the lively grace, the delightful refinement of familiarity, which characterised all that she did and all that she said; and disappeared by a door at the lower end of the room. As soon as she had left me, I turned my steps towards the hall, and followed the servant, on my way, for the first time, to the presence of Mr. Fairlie.
VII
My conductor led me upstairs into a passage which took us back to the bedchamber
to herself. “Thank God! I may trust HIM.”
I had hitherto contrived to master my curiosity out of consideration for my companion; but it got the better of me now.
“I am afraid you have serious reason to complain of some man of rank and title?” I said. “I am afraid the baronet, whose name you are