"What business is it of his how you live and what you do?" she said,
indignantly. "He's an old teapot, but you see now what I mean. I'm
always having to explain you, to tell--"
"Don't do it. I'll forgive much, but not explaining. Your lion
doesn't roar well, still, a lion is worth seeing--once." I turned to
Selwyn. "I beg your pardon. Did you speak to me?"
"I asked if I could take you to Scarborough Square. I have a taxi
here."
"Thank you, but I am spending the night with Kitty. I am not going
back."
In astonishment Kitty looked at me, then turned away. I had told her I
could not stay. I had not intended to stay, but I could not talk to
Selwyn to-night. There would not be time and there was too much I
wanted to say.
Selwyn's shoulders made shrug that was barely perceptible, and without
offering his hand he said good night. In the hall I heard him speak to
Kitty, then the closing of the door and the starting of the taxi, then
silence.
Dawn was breaking when at last I slept.
CHAPTER XIII
I have not seen Selwyn since the night of Kitty's dinner-party.
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