"Without more delay. It's high time we should take ourselves off."
Mrs. Tregent was silent a moment. "Where shall you go?"
"To our old haunts—abroad. We must see some of our old friends. We shall spend six months away."
"Then what becomes of my months?"
"Your months?"
"Those it's all arranged she's to spend at Blankley." Blankley was Mrs. Tregent's house in Derbyshire, and she laughed as she went on: "Those that I spoke of last evening. Don't look as if we had never discussed it and settled it!"
"What shall I do without her?" Maurice Glanvil presently demanded.
"What will you do with her?" his hostess replied, with a world of triumphant meaning. He was not prepared to say, in the sense of her question, and he took refuge in remarking that he noted her avoidance of any suggestion that he, too, would be welcome in Derbyshire; which led her to continue, with unshrinking frankness, "Certainly, I don't want you a bit. Leave us alone."
