She felt, in spite of all her courage, some little timidity, when she found herself in those rooms alone. Her thoughts turned involuntarily to Earle—Earle, always tender and true, considerate of her comfort. What if this new lover, this rich young lord, should fail her, after all?
She looked in a large mirror. Ah, no! he would not fail her; though she had been traveling all night, the dainty coloring of her exquisite face was unfaded. The light flashed in her eyes, in her golden hair; the smooth satin skin was fair as ever. There was not the faintest trace of fatigue on that radiant beauty, and then she started from her reverie.
One of the servants brought her a card, she read on it the name of "Mr. Conyers," and she knew that Lord Vivianne was there.
CHAPTER XXX.
A THORN IN THE GARDEN OF ROSES.
"I do not think anything could have been more cleverly managed," said Lord Vivianne. "You have brought nothing with you?"
"No," she replied; and the thought rose in her mind, "I have left all I ought to value most behind;" but prudently enough refrained from speaking.
"I do not see how it can be possible to trace us," he continued, "even should any one try."
"Earle will try," she said, with a slight shudder. "He will look the world through, but he will find me in the end."
Her face grew slightly pale as she spoke, and Lord Vivianne drew near to her.