Stella's heart ached.
"Are you angry with me, Frank?" she said. "Don't be!"
He shook his head.
"No, not angry," he said, looking out at the mist that was rising.
She smothered a sigh; she understood his reproach; not a moment of the day but he accused her in his heart of betraying Lord Leycester; if he could but have known why she had done it; but that he never would know!
"You are a fanciful boy," she said, with a forced lightness. "What are you dreaming about now, I wonder?"
"I was wondering too," he answered, without looking at her, "I was wondering—shall I tell you——"
She answered "yes," with her hand against his cheek.
"I was wondering where Lord Leycester was, and how——"
Her hand dropped to her side and pressed her heart; the sudden mention of the name had struck her like a blow.