It was high time that her mother spoke to him.
Mrs.Denyer solemnly invited the young man to a private interview.
"Mr.Marsh," she began, with pained dignity, whilst Clifford stood before her twiddling his watch-chain, "I really think the time has come for me to ask an explanation of what is going on.

My daughter distresses me by saying that all is at an end between you.

If that is really the case, why do you continue to live here, when you must know how disagreeable it is to Madeline ?" "Mrs.Denyer," replied Clifford, in a friendly tone, "there has been a misunderstanding between us, but I am very far from reconciling myself to the thought that everything is at an end.

My remaining surely proves that." "I should have thought so.

But in that case I am obliged to ask you another question.