Then her voice changed.
"Leycester, you have been very good. Are you angry?"
"No," he said, and he went to her; "not angry, but—but troubled. You think only of me, but I think of Lenore."
"Think of her still!" she said; "and be sure that I have made no mistake. If you doubt me, put it to the test——"
He started.
"And you will find that I am right. I am going now, Leycester. Good-night!" and she kissed him.
He went to the door and opened it; his face was pale and grave.
"Good-night," he said, gently. "You have given me something to think of with a vengeance," and he forced a smile.
She went out without a word. Her maid was waiting for her in her dressing-room, but she passed into the inner room and sank down in a chair, and for the first time her face was pale, and her eyes anxious.
"It has gone further than I thought," she murmured. "I, who know every look in his eyes, read his secret. But it shall not be. I will save him yet. But how? but how?"