"Lady Lilian——"
"Lilian—only Lilian."
"You have come here—so late!"
"Yes, I have come, Stella," she murmured, and the tears sprang to her eyes, drawn thither by the sound of the other voice, so sad and so hopeless. "I could not rest, dear. You would have come to me, Stella, if I had—if it had happened to me!"
Stella's lips moved.
"Perhaps."
Lilian took her hand—hot and feverish and restless.
"Stella, you must not be angry with me——"
A wan smile flickered on the pale face.
"Angry! Look at me. There is nothing that could happen to-night that would rouse me to anger."