«Ah, ha! very particularly engaged?» suggested the baronet, with a faint, mocking smile. «Well, my dear fellow, we must endeavor to make up for it tomorrow—eh?»
«I don›t know that,» said Marston, «and—in a word, there is no use, sir, in our masquerading with one another. Each knows the other; each understands the other. I wish to have a word or two with you in your room tonight, when we shan›t be interrupted.»
Marston spoke in a fierce and grating whisper, and his countenance, more even than his accents, betrayed the intensity of his bridled fury. Sir Wynston, however, smiled upon his cousin as if his voice had been melody, and his looks all sunshine.
«Very good, Marston, just as you please,» he said; «only don›t be later than one, as I shall be getting into bed about that hour.»
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