"It is necessary to my plans and wishes," returned the other sulkily. "But that consideration, as you may have noticed, has no influence with Lady Glyde."
"Answer my plain question plainly. Can the business of the signature be put off till to-morrow—Yes or No?"
"Yes, if you will have it so."
"Then what are you wasting your time for here? Let the signature wait till to-morrow—let it wait till you come back."
Sir Percival looked up with a frown and an oath.
"You are taking a tone with me that I don't like," he said. "A tone I won't bear from any man."
"I am advising you for your good," returned the Count, with a smile of quiet contempt. "Give yourself time—give Lady Glyde time. Have you forgotten that your dog-cart is waiting at the door? My tone surprises you—ha? I dare say it does—it
