"I will wait for you," she replied.
The captain was always attentive; he went out into the hall and returned with a shawl that he found there.
"You cannot go out with those beautiful arms uncovered, Elinor," he said, gently.
He placed the shawl around her, trying to hide the coward, trembling fear.
"As though I did not love you," he said, reproachfully. "Show me another woman only half so fair."
Pauline made one more effort.
"Lady Darrell," she cried, with outstretched hands, "you will not decide hastily—you will take time to judge?"
But as they passed out together, something in the delicate face told her that her love for Aubrey Langton was the strongest element in her nature.
"Lady Darrell," she cried again, "do not listen to him! I swear I have told you the truth—Heaven will judge between him and me if I have not!"
"You must have studied tragedy at the Porte St. Martin," said Aubrey Langton, with a forced laugh; "Lady Darrell knows which to believe."