"No. The counterfeit presentment is so very perfect, one would like to hear the details of the passage to its achievement."
Then she told him in as few and as simple words as she could—just the truth. Of her parentage, of her home at Bindon's Green—of Liv and Dev's, of her ideals, and her self-education, and of her coming to Lady Garribardine's.
Mordryn listened with rapt attention, his gaze fixed upon her face—he made brief ejaculations at times, but did not otherwise interrupt her.
"You can understand now how entertained I was at the things which you said to me that night, can you not?"
Thus she ended her story, and the Duke rose and sat down upon the edge of the table quite close to her; he was visibly moved.
"You extraordinary girl. You have upset every theory I ever held. I shall go away now and think over all you have said—Meanwhile, I feel that this is the only way in which I can show my homage," and he took her hand with infinite respect and kissed it.
Then he removed his tall form from the table and quietly left the room.
And when she was alone, Katherine gently touched the spot where his lips had pressed; there was a quite unknown emotion running through her.
She found it very difficult to go on with her work after this, and made a couple of mistakes, to her great annoyance. Nearly an hour passed. She got up from her typing, and after changing her blouse, went down to tea, her thoughts not nearly so calm as usual.