They sat and talked hand in hand for some time, and once during that talk he said:
"By the way, Eleanor, how did you hear I was in such a mess—how did you come to know?"
It was a very natural question under the circumstances; but Lady Eleanor started and turned white, absolutely white with fear.
"No, no; not one word will I ever say or let you say about this stupid money business!" she exclaimed. Then she took his hand and pressed it against her cheek. "Why, sir, what does it matter? It was only—only lending it to you for a little time, you see. It will all be yours soon."
Lady Denby came in after a discreet cough outside; but Lady Eleanor did not move or take her hand from Yorke's.
"Oh!" said Lady Denby.
"Eleanor has made me very happy, Lady Denby," he said, rising, but still holding Lady Eleanor's hand.
"Oh!" said Lady Denby again. "What do you want me to say? That you deserve her? No, thank you, I couldn't tell such an obvious fib. What I'm going to say in the shape of congratulation is that she is much too good for you."
"That is so," he said with a grim smile.
"You'll stay to dinner?" murmured Lady Eleanor. "You will stay, Yorke?"