And on reaching this point in his reflections, Carrington suddenly rose, lit a cigar, and walked up and down his room steadily for the next hour, with the air of a general arranging a plan of campaign, or a lawyer anticipating his opponent's line of argument.
On one point his mind was made up.

He would accept.

If Ratcliffe really had a hand in this move, he should be gratified.

If he had laid a trap, he should be caught in it.

And when the evening came, Carrington took his hat and walked off to call upon Mrs.Lee.
He found the sisters alone and quietly engaged in their occupations.
Madeleine was dramatically mending an open-work silk stocking, a delicate and difficult task which required her whole mind.