She turned from him--very slightly, but it was enough, and he felt it.

"Are you angry with me ?" he said.

"Oh, no! Adolphus; how can I be angry with you ?" And then she turned to him and gave him her face to kiss almost before he had again asked for it.

"He shall not at any rate think that I am unkind to him,--and it will not matter now," she said to herself, as she walked slowly across the lawn, in the dark, up to her mother's drawing-room window.
"Well, dearest," said Mrs Dale, who was there alone; "did the beards wag merry in the Great Hall this evening ?" That was a joke with them, for neither Crosbie nor Bernard Dale used a razor at his toilet.
"Not specially merry.

And I think it was my fault, for I have a headache.