‘But I am glad to see you at any rate,’ said Monteagle.
‘Oh, yes, you are very glad to see me—some—but you are more glad to see—’
‘Whom?’
‘You know best.’
Monteagle thought of Loretto, whose witching graces and rich personal charms had, indeed, wrought powerfully upon his imagination.
‘Come tell me where she lives,’ said he.
‘You have just come from there,’ returned Maria.
‘No, upon my honor, I have not been there since last night.’
Maria started, and her eyes shone brilliantly as she gazed into his face.
‘Not been home to-day?’ cried she.