"Then I will not ask it," dropping her hands and turning away.
"Say good-by, then."
"Good-by."
"I have not said any thing to displease you, have I?"
"You will not write to me?"
"No, I can't. I would if I could. I will tell you--then you will
understand and not care--somebody--"
"What right has somebody--"
Mrs. Wadsworth entered laughing, Mr. Wadsworth was close behind.
"Excuse me, sir; I can't stay to play to-night. Good night, Lady Blue. A
pleasant visit and safe return."
An hour later Tessa was kneeling on the carpet before her open trunk
squeezing a roll of pencilled manuscript into a corner.