"What do you want to ask me?" His eyes narrowed in contemplating her.
"I—I—do not know."
"Yes, you want to hear of Denzil—is it not so?"
She clasped her hands.
"Yes—perhaps—"
"He is well—I heard from him yesterday. He asked me to come to you. His mother is still at Bath—he wishes you to meet."
Suddenly the impossibleness of everything seemed to come over Amaryllis.
She rose quickly and threw out her hands:
"Oh! if I could only understand the meaning of things, my friend! I am afraid to think!"
"You love Denzil very much—yes?"
"Yes—"