“Go when you like,” Linnet answered coldly. Little as she cared for him
now, little as she ever cared for him, it hurt her feelings none the
less that he shouldn’t even try to explain or to excuse himself. His
very silence was insolent. She felt it keenly.
Andreas rang the bell, and then crossed his arms in a sullen fashion.
That attitude alone seemed to exasperate Linnet. The housemaid answered
the bell. He looked up at her with a scowl. “Ellen,” he said, in a very
slow and deliberate voice, “If Mr Will Deverill should call while I’m
out, will you tell him the Signora’s not at home to-day? She’s never at
home to him, you may say, except when I’m present.”
Linnet’s blood was boiling. These perpetual insults before her own
servants’ eyes were driving her fast into open rebellion. She answered
not a word, but rose with dignity, and went over like a queen to her
davenport in the corner. “Stop, Ellen,” she said calmly, restraining
herself with an effort. “I’ve a note I want you to post. Stand there,
and wait till I’ve written it.” She turned to her husband, whose hand
was on the door-handle. “Don’t go, Andreas,” she said in her most
authoritative voice. “I wish you to read it before I have it posted.”
She sat down and wrote hastily. Then she directed an envelope. She was
prepared for a scene; but if a scene arose, she was determined it should
be before a friendly witness Ellen stood by, demure, in her cap and
apron. Linnet spoke in English, that she might know what happened.
“I’ve written to Mr Deverill,” she said, as calmly as she could manage,
though her voice trembled somewhat. “We haven’t seen him yet since we
came back to London. And this is what I’ve said: I hope you’ll approve
of it:—
“‘MY DEAR MR DEVERILL,—It will give my husband and myself great
pleasure if you’ll lunch with us here at two next Thursday. We
want to talk over our Italian experiences.—
Yours sincerely,
LINNET HAUSBERGER.’”
Andreas darted at her, livid with rage and jealousy. “You shall not send
that note!” he exclaimed, in German. “I forbid him the house. He shall
not come near you.”
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