"I hope so. Mr. Kenyon said he would take me."
There was a short silence, and then Lesley lifted her eyes to her mother's face. She was not encouraged by what she saw there. It was pale, sad, immobile, and, as it seemed to Lesley, very cold.
"Mother, I must go. Won't you send him a message?"
"I have no message, Lesley."
"Not one little word?"
"Not one." And then, as if trying to excuse herself Lady Alice added, hurriedly, "there is nothing that I can say which would please him. He would not care for any message from me."
"He would care to hear that you trusted him!"
"I do not think so," said Lady Alice, with a little shake of her head.
Lesley rose to her feet, silenced for the moment, but not altogether vanquished. She put her arms round her mother's neck.
"But you do trust him, mamma? Tell me that, at any rate."