"No," answered Leone, "but I should like to know very much. She is very beautiful."
"It is the beauty of an angel," cried the marshal. "She is the wife of one of the most famous men in England—she is Lady Chandos."
"Ah," said Leone, with a long, low cry.
The very mention of the name had stabbed her through the heart.
The marshal looked up in wonder.
"I beg pardon," she said, quickly, "what name did you say? A sudden faintness seized me; the room is warm. What is the lady's name?"
She would not for the whole world that he should have known what caused either the pain or the cry.
The marshal repeated:
"That is Lady Chandos, the wife of Lord Chandos, who is the rising light of this generation."
"There are so many rising lights," she said, carelessly; but her heart was beating fast the while.