"You said you would stay at least till Lady Dighton went away." Maurice got up and walked to the window.
"I miscalculated," he said, coming back.

"We all do sometimes, I suppose." He stood in a favourite attitude, leaning with one arm on the mantelpiece, and watching Lucia with a mixture of love and bitterness.
His last words seemed to her a taunt, and tears of anger filled her eyes.

She remained silent, and he had to speak again.
"Do you care to know," he asked her, "what my business in Paris was ?" "If you wish to tell me!" "Lucia! do not I wish to tell you everything?
Could I have kept a secret which was always in my thoughts from you, do you suppose ?" Lucia half rose.

"That is not generous," she said.

"You have no right to speak so.