"
"What?" Kitty fell back on her cushions, but her eye still held him.
"Send in my resignation by the next post--and damn the fellow that did
it! Look here, Kitty!" He came to stand over her--a fine formidable
figure, his hands in his pockets. "Don't you ever try that kind of
thing--there's a darling."
"Would you damn me?"
She smiled at him--with a tremor of the lip.
He caught up her hand and kissed it. "Blow out my own brains, more
like," he said, laughing. Then he turned away. "What on earth have we
got into this beastly conversation for? Let's get out of it. The Parhams
are there--male and female--aren't they?--and we've got to put up with
them. Well, I'm going to the Piazza. Any commissions? Oh,
by-the-way"--he looked back at a letter in his hands--"mother says Polly
Lyster will probably be here before we go--she seems to be touring
around with her father."
"Charming prospect!" said Kitty. "Does mother expect me to chaperon
her?"
Ashe laughed and went. As soon as he was gone, Kitty sprang from the
sofa, and walked up and down the room in a passionate preoccupation. A
tremor of great fear was invading her; an agony of unavailing regret.
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