17/31 Let me see, was it in Andalusia or Jerusalem ?" mused Lord Caranby. It seemed to her that he was hostile, but she could take no offence at what he said. Moreover, as he was Mallow's uncle, she did not wish to quarrel with him. With a graceful gesture she indicated a glass of champagne. "Will you not drink to our better acquaintance ?" "Certainly," said Caranby without emotion, and sipped a few drops of the golden-colored wine. |