"Then—then you have heard it?" she panted.
He dropped his eyes and sighed.
"Tell me," she cried, catching at his arm and holding it with a grasp of steel, "tell me the truth! Is what she said—this woman!—is it true?"
He waited a moment.
"It is true, alas!" he said.
Margaret's hand fell from his arm, and she shrank back.
"I only learned it just now," he said, as if in explanation. "Early this morning, Lady Leyton—I beg your pardon, but I fear it is her legal title—met me at the station, and recognizing me as a friend of Blair's, told me her story."
Margaret hid her face in her hands.
"She has been here, I suppose?" he said.
"Yes," breathed Margaret.