She raised her eyes to his, and said frankly:
"Yes, sir, I have."
"Very well, my dear, do as you like. Good-night."
"I wish I could go now with you."
"Why? I thought you appeared to enjoy your dance very much. Edna, look at me."
She hesitated—then obeyed him, and he saw tears glistening on her long lashes.
Very quietly the old man drew her arm through his, and led her out on the dim veranda, where only an occasional couple promenaded.
"Something troubles you, Edna. Will you confide in me?"
"I feel as if I were occupying a false position here, and yet I do not see how I can extricate myself without displeasing Mrs. Murray, whom I can not bear to offend—she is so very kind and generous."
"Explain yourself, my dear."