"You are utterly unfit," he commented, "to manage your own affairs." They sat silent, while the clock ticked out the last minutes of her torture. "You'd better make up your mind what you're going to do when he arrives," he said finally. "I don't know," said Kitty, "what I'm going to do." "I'll tell you, then. You are going to introduce me as you would any ordinary man of your acquaintance." "By your own name?" "By my own name, of course." They waited. Lucy's stride was heard along the corridor. She looked up at her tormentor. "Is my nose red, Wilfrid?" "No," he said, smiling grimly, "my dear Mrs. Tailleur," he added as Lucy entered. CHAPTER XIV She came to meet him, keeping her back to Marston, her face thrust a little forward in the way it had, looking for the protection of Robert's kind eyes. Only when she had his hand in hers she turned. "May I introduce Mr. Wilfrid Marston?" The two men bowed, glancing at each other with eyes urbanely innocent of curiosity. "I'm sorry to have had to keep you waiting," said Kitty. "So am I," said Marston. "Our business took rather longer than we thought." "Business generally does," said Lucy. "It need not have taken quite so long if I could have persuaded Mrs. Tailleur to think a little of her own advantage." "I have," said Kitty, "an admirable adviser in Mr. Marston." "You are always kind. Even if you don't always act on my advice." "Sometimes you think you know your own affairs best." "And sometimes," said Lucy, "it's just possible you do." "Sometimes. I've been telling Mrs. Tailleur that she's incapable of managing her own affairs when it's a question of her own advantage. If you know anything of Mrs. Tailleur, you will agree with me there." "I certainly agree with you, if Mrs. Tailleur will forgive my saying so. I hope I've not come too soon." "Oh, no. Mr. Marston has missed the last train up." "And Mrs. Tailleur has been kind enough to ask me to stop the night." "If you don't prefer the Métropole. Mr. Lucy is not going. Don't--it's all right, Robert." "Are you sure?" "Quite sure. Our business is finished." "All except one or two details which we may perhaps arrange later," said Marston, who preserved a perfect suavity. "How much later?" said Kitty. "_I'm_ not going to arrange anything more to-night." "To-morrow night." "There won't be any to-morrow night--if you're going up to town." "Well, then, perhaps if Mr. Lucy will excuse us, you will give me a moment now. It seems a pity not to put things straight while you're about it." "You can't put things straight at eleven o'clock at night. My poor head's all muddled and aching abominably." "To-morrow morning, then." "There will be no time to-morrow morning. Robert, has Jane gone to bed?" "No, she's sitting up. She wants to speak to you." "Will you bring her to me, please?" He rose. When he had left the room she turned on Marston in a fury. "Wilfrid, you're a beast, a perfect beast."