Some instinct seemed to warn her of coming danger; she rose from her seat and went over to him; she laid her tender arms round his neck; she laid her beautiful face on his.
"It means harm to us, Lance," she said; "I am sure of it."
"Nonsense, my darling," he cried; "how can it be about us? Most likely there is a general election, or some business of that kind coming on, and he wants to see me about it."
Still the beautiful face grew paler, and the shadows deepened in the dark eyes.
"Shall you go at once?" she asked.
Lord Chandos looked at his watch.
"The train starts at twelve," he said. "I must go in half an hour's time, Leone."
"Half an hour," she said, and the tender hands clasped him more tightly, "only half an hour, Lance?"
Some prophetic instinct seemed to come over her; the passionate love on her beautiful face deepened into tragedy; yet he had never breathed one word to her of what had taken place. She knew nothing of the lawsuit; and Lord Chandos never intended her to know anything about it; but with the chill of that autumn morning came a chill of doubt and fear such as she had never known before.
"How long shall you be away?" she asked.