But there was one watching for him who understood.
"Leycester," she said, holding out her hands to him and almost rising.
He sat on the head of the couch and put his hand on her head.
"Mamma has just told me, Ley," she murmured. "I am so glad, so glad. I have never been so happy."
He was silent, his fingers caressing her cheek.
"It is what we have all been hoping and praying for, Ley! She is so good and sweet, and so true."
"Yes," he said, little guessing at her falsity.
"And, Ley—she loves you so dearly."
"Aye," he said, with almost a groan.