“How lovely! And you saw the White Lady?” she continued.
“Yes, I saw the White Lady.”
“And you heard her cry at the entrance to the cave?”
“Yes, I heard her cry at the entrance to the cave.”
“Nonsense!” said she.
“Utter nonsense!” said he. “I must ask Lady Innisfail to dance.”
He crossed the hall to where Lady Innisfail was seated. She was fanning herself and making sparkling replies to the inanities of Mr. Durdan, who stood beside her. She had been engaged in every dance, Harold knew, from the extra gravity of her daughter.
“What does he mean?” Miss Craven asked of Edmund Airey in a low—almost an anxious, tone.
“Mean? Why, to dance with Lady Innisfail. He is a man of determination.”
“What does he mean by that nonsense about the Banshee’s Cave?”