And he passed his hand over his brow.
Una looked at him timidly.
“Are you angry?” she asked.
“Angry! with you!” he exclaimed, bending nearer, with a look of tender devotion. “How could you think it? No, I am not angry—only puzzled. I cannot make it out. Never mind! don’t look so troubled, my dear—Miss Rolfe, I mean. At any rate, I have found you. Oh, Una!—Miss Rolfe, I mean—if you knew how I have searched for you, and”—with a groan—“what a fool I have been!”
“I thought you had forgotten me,” said Una, with that sweet humility of love.
Jack’s eyes gleamed.
“I have not forgotten you for one moment—not for one moment! Una, I——Oh, confound it! here they are.”
He broke off impatiently, as Lady Bell and the rest came back.
“What are we going to do now?” she said, with her bright smile. “Some of them have gone to the palace. Shall we wait for them, or go and meet them! What do you say, Mr. Newcombe?”
But Jack would not stir.