Ruth opened her eyes suddenly.
“What is the matter, what made you start so, Eva?”
“Nothing,” answered Eva, gathering up her reins.
“Only you seem tired.”
“No, no, I am only happy.”
Mrs. Lambert had seen Eva Laurence, and the sight sent a swift thrill of pain through her bosom. She turned and spoke to her son.
“Ivon.”
Young Lambert turned sharply to his mother; he also had seen the two girls in their little phaeton, and the sight brought back a keen remembrance of all that this woman’s pride had made him suffer.
“Did you speak, madam?”
“You saw that young lady, and bowed coldly. I am sorry for that.”