She sat down.
"I am very glad of this opportunity," Haddington began, in such a tone as a man might use if he had just succeeded in moving the adjournment.
"It's curious how little I have managed to see of you lately, Lady Claudia." "We meet at least five times a day, Mr.Haddington--breakfast, lunch, tea--" "I mean when you are alone." "Oh!" "And yet you must know my great--my only object in being here is to see you." "The less I say the sooner it will be over," thought Claudia, whose experience was considerable.
"You must have noticed my--my attachment.

I hope it was without displeasure ?" This clearly called for an answer, but Claudia gave none.

She sighed slightly and put up her parasol.
"Claudia, is there any hope for me?
I love you more--" "Mr.Haddington," said Claudia, "this is a painful scene.

I trust nothing in my conduct has misled you.

[This was known--how, I do not know--to her brothers as "Claudia's formula," but it is believed not to be uncommon.] But what you propose is utterly impossible." "Why do you say that?
Perhaps you do not know me well enough yet--but in time, surely ?" "Mr.Haddington," said Claudia, "let me speak plainly.