"Violet, why don't you talk to me about your sorrow?" he said. "Surely you can trust me--your friend--your brother!"
That last word stung her into speech. The hazel eyes shot a swift angry glance at him.
"You have no right to call yourself that," she said, "you have not treated me like a sister."
"You should have told me about your engagement--that you were going to marry Lady Mabel Ashbourne."
"Should I?" exclaimed Rorie, amazed. "If I had I should have told you an arrant falsehood. I am not engaged to my cousin Mabel. I am not going to marry her."
"Oh, it doesn't matter in the least whether you are or not," returned Vixen, with a weary air. "Papa is dead, and trifles like that can't affect me now. But I felt it unkind of you at the time I heard it."
"And where and how did you hear this wonderful news, Vixen?" asked Rorie, very pleased to get her thoughts away from her grief, were it only for a minute.
"Mamma told me that everybody said you were engaged, and that the fact was quite obvious."
"What everybody says, and what is quite obvious, is very seldom true, Violet. You may take that for a first principle in social science. I am not engaged to anyone. I have no thought of getting married--for the next three years."
Vixen received this information with chilling silence. She would have been very glad to hear it, perhaps, a week ago--at which time she had found it a sore thing to think of her old playfellow as Lady Mabel's affianced husband--but it mattered nothing now. The larger grief had swallowed up all smaller grievances. Roderick Vawdrey had receded into remote distance. He was no one, nothing, in a world that was suddenly emptied of all delight.
"What are you going to do, dear?" asked Roderick presently. "If you shut yourself up in your room and abandon yourself to grief, you will make yourself very ill. You ought to go away somewhere for a little while."
"For ever!" exclaimed Vixen passionately. "Do you think I can ever endure this dear home without papa? There is not a thing I look at that doesn't speak to me of him. The dogs, the horses. I almost hate them for reminding me so cruelly. Yes, we are going away at once, I believe. Mamma said so when I saw her this morning."