"But how can you make her your wife, Lord Vivianne?" she asked, wonderingly. "If she had loved you, and had been willing to marry you, she would not have run away, would she?"
"I have never understood it; there was a mystery in her disappearance that I never fathomed. But I will fathom it, I will find her, and make her my wife."
"Did she run away from all her friends, too?" she asked.
He turned to look at her, and they glanced for one half minute steadily at each other.
"If I have asked an intrusive question," she said, with a smile, "it was your fault for telling me. Remember, I did not ask your confidence—you gave it to me."
"As I would give you the whole world, if I had it," he replied, passionately.
"Because I am so much like some one else?" she replied smilingly. "I ought to be grateful to you."
"If ever harm or evil comes to me," said Lord Vivianne, "it will be through her. I am not master of myself; when I think of her it maddens me. I believe if I met her—found her, and she refused to be my wife, I should——"
"Should what?" she asked, as he hesitated.
"I should kill her!" he said, fiercely.