"You'll come with me?"
"Yas--no," said the baronet, quietly. "It's best not. All been a
mistake, poor girl. I've been thinking about it all, and it wasn't
likely she'd care for me. Lady Barmouth is very flattering and kind;
but I've driven your sister away.--I think I'll go home now."
"Perhaps you are right," said Tom, quietly.
"It's very awkward," continued the baronet, "things have gone so far.
But I ought to have known better. Could you--a soda and brandy, Tom--
this has shaken me a bit--I'm rather faint."
The cellaret was open, stimulants having been fetched from it for her
ladyship's use, and Tom hastily poured out some spirit into one of the
glasses on the sideboard, and handed it to the baronet.
"Thanks," he said--"better now; I think I'll go home;" and bowing
quietly to Tom, he slowly left the house.