And her eyes? They were not of that appealing blue which had shone beneath the bride's deep lashes on that half-forgotten wedding-day. They were blue, indeed, but they met his with something which was akin to defiance.
She did not explain herself, but her glance was that of one who needed no warrant for her demeanor. Her attitude was not one of blatant aggressiveness, but was undoubtedly distrustful.
He looked at the child with renewed interest.
"Your sister is—where?" he asked quickly.
The frown came swiftly back to her forehead.
"You ask me that? Why?" she demanded.
He looked at the boy.
"Naturally I thought she might be with you," he answered. "As an Aylmer I should be glad to meet her."
"Ah!" Her tone was hard and suspicious again. Unconsciously she gripped the child to her again with a fierceness which made him protest.
"You hurt!" he complained. "You hurt, and I want to see the boar."