"Hush!" she clutched his arm again, and looked over her shoulder, as she had looked when in the quadrangle. "Don't say that name here. They may hear--they may hear."
"Who may hear?"
"Never mind; never mind. Come inside; come inside. Oh, Dio! no mention of my name," and she hurried into the doorway indicated by Gerald.
In a few minutes they were in Haskins' sitting-room, and here again Bellaria's nervousness betrayed itself.
"There is no one can hear us?" she asked, her veil up, and her eyes roving round the room.
"No, no," replied the young man soothingly. "The man and his wife who attend to me in these chambers are below. You can talk freely. By the way," he asked abruptly, "how did you know my name?"
Bellaria, looking more aged and haggard than ever, flung herself into an armchair, and laughed uncomfortably. "Prince Gerald. Who calls you Prince Gerald, Mr. Haskins?"
"Mavis does, but----"
"Then it is true, what she confessed to me: that you love her and she loves you?"
"Quite true," rejoined Haskins quickly. "We met by chance, and----"