She remembered suddenly his intervention on her behalf.
"If you insist upon knowing," she said, "my name at Blenheim House was Beatrice Burnay.

I am much obliged to you for what you did for me there, but that is finished.

I do not wish to have any conversation with you, and I absolutely object to your company.

Please leave me at once." "I am sorry," he answered, "but that is not possible." "Not possible ?" she repeated, wonderingly.
He shook his head.
"You have no money, you have eaten no dinner, and I do not believe that you have any idea where you are going," he declared, deliberately.
Her face was once more dark with anger.
"Even if that were the truth," she insisted, "tell me what concern it is of yours?
Your reminding me of these facts is simply an impertinence." "I am sorry that you look upon it in that light," he remarked, still without the least sign of discomposure.

"We will, if you do not mind, waive the discussion for the moment.