Chapter 6Sylvina came slowly into the dining room, an anxious look on her face that was justified when her brother, looking up from his breakfast, asked,
“What maggot in the brain made you behave in such a reprehensible manner last night?”
Sylvina sat down at the end of the table and was silent for a few seconds before she answered him.
“I left a message for you,” she said. “One of the flunkeys said he knew you by sight and I told him to inform you that I had gone home.”
“I received it,” her brother replied, “but only after Mr. Cuddington, mad as fire, had been raging about the place demanding where you could have gone after he left you on the balcony.”
“I did not – wish to stay any – longer,” Sylvina said in a low voice.
“You did not wish to stay!” her brother repeated angrily. “And
