That it should be this voice—Lord Coombe's! And that amazing as it was to hear it, she was not amazed and did not care! Her sobbing ceased so far as sobbing can cease on full flow. She lay still but for low shuddering breaths.
"I have come because it is Donal," he said. "You told me once that you had always hated me. Hatred is useless now. Don't feel it."
But she did not answer.
"You probably will not believe anything I say. Well I must speak to you whether you believe me or not."
She lay still and he himself was silent. His voice seemed to be a sudden thing when he spoke.
"I loved him too. I found it out the morning I saw him march away."
He had seen him! Since she had looked at his beautiful face this man had looked at it!
"You!" She sat up on the earth and gazed, swaying. So he knew he could go on.
"I wanted a son. I once lay on the moss in a wood and sobbed as you have sobbed. She was killed too."
But Robin was thinking only of Donal.