More than at the words, at the anguish in her face, his own had changed.
'Will that ghost give you no rest?' he said.
'Yes, oh, yes.' She was calm again. 'I see life is nobler than I knew. There is work to do.'
On her way to the great folding doors, once again he stopped her.
'Why should you think that it's only you these ten years have taught something to? Why not give even a man credit for a willingness to learn something of life, and for being sorry—profoundly sorry—for the pain his instruction has cost others? You seem to think I've taken it all quite lightly. That's not fair. All my life, ever since you disappeared, the thought of you has hurt. I would give anything I possess to know you—were happy again.'
'Oh, happiness!'
'Why shouldn't you find it still?'
He said it with a significance that made her stare, and then?—
'I see! she couldn't help telling you about Allen Trent—Lady John couldn't!'
He ignored the interpretation.