And Lord Blair assuredly looked, if not startled, pale and haggard.
For the last two days, since he had left Margaret, overwhelmed by his passionate outburst, he had been living after his wildest and most reckless fashion, and two days of such dissipation and sleeplessness, added to passion, tell even upon such perfect physical specimens of humanity as Blair Leyton.
"Lord Leyton!" she said at last.
He picked up her sketch-block, but held it, still looking at her.
"I've frightened you," he said, remorsefully; "I—I am a brute. I did not know you were here until I jumped upon that stone, when I was close upon you."
Margaret tried to smile.
"It does not matter," she said. "Give me my block, please," and she held out her hand.
He drew a little nearer, and gave her the block.
"You are sketching?" he said, his eyes fixed on her face with a wistful eagerness.
She inclined her head.