"We are friends now, are we not?" anxiously.
She flashed a brilliant look upon him, which made the color steal into his cheeks, and his heart beat fast.
"Yes," she said softly, "if you will."
CHAPTER XXII
LORD LUMLEY'S CONFESSION
"Mother, don't you think that Miss Briscoe is a very strange girl?"
Lady St. Maurice looked up from her work quickly. Nine o'clock was just striking, and her son only a moment before had replaced his watch in his pocket with an impatient little gesture.
"Yes, I do think so," she answered quietly. "I think her very strange indeed. Why do you ask me?"
He shrugged his shoulders.