must forgive me if I do not offer you the hospitality of Skene, but the loss I have so lately sustained does not permit me to indulge in the levity of entertaining.”
He gave her an ironical, low bow; then looked once more at Arthur.
“If I can be of no further use to you, perhaps you would leave me to my own reflections. The lodgekeeper will give you the exact address of the village constable.”
Arthur did not answer. He stared into vacancy as if he were turning over other things in his mind. Then he turned sharply on his heel and walked towards the gate. Susie and Dr. Porhoët, taken completely aback, did not know what to do; and Haddo’s little eyes twinkled as he watched their discomfiture.
“I always thought that your friend had deplorable manners,” he murmured.
Susie, feeling very ridiculous, flushed, and Dr. Porhoët awkwardly took off his hat. As they walked away, they felt Haddo’s mocking gaze fixed upon them, and they were heartily thankful to reach the gate. They found Arthur waiting for them.
“I beg your pardon,” he said, “I forgot that I was not alone.”
The three of them walked slowly back to the inn.
“What are you going to do now?” asked Susie.
For a long time Arthur made no reply, and Susie thought he could not have heard her. At last he broke the silence.
“I see that I can do nothing by ordinary meth-
