ENEMIES
I
When she woke, Mark was sitting as he was so fond of doing on a low stool close to the hearth, with one long leg stretched out to the blaze, his elbow resting on his knee, his face overshadowed by his hand. Lenora--even as she first opened her eyes--saw that he was looking at her. A quick blush rose to her cheeks.
"Is it time to go?" she asked quickly.
"Not yet," he replied.
She was a little startled and looked around her, puzzled and anxious. The room had looked so light and cheerful when she had entered it--two large bow windows gave on the Grand' Place--and the weather had remained clear and bright. But now it seemed so dark, almost as if twilight was fading fast.
"What hour is it?" she questioned, and looked about her anxiously for a clock.
"I do not know," he replied airily.
"But your horse?"
"Still at the farrier's: he was busy and could not shoe her at once."