"You dear Yetive," and Beverly drew her down beside her on the cushions. "But, listen: I want you to get something out of your head. I was not looking at anything in particular."
"Beverly, I believe you were thinking of Baldos," said the other, her fingers straying fondly across the girl's soft hair.
"Ridiculous!" said Beverly, conscious for the first time that he was seldom out of her thoughts. The realization came like a blow, and her eyes grew very wide out there in the darkness.
"And you are troubled on his account. I know it, dear. You—"
"Well, Yetive, why shouldn't I be worried? I brought him here against his will," protested Beverly. "If anything should happen to him—" she shuddered involuntarily.
"Don't be afraid, Beverly. I have as much confidence in him as you have. His eyes are true. Grenfall believes in him, too, and so does Mr. Anguish. Gren says he would swear by him, no matter who he is."
"But the others?" Beverly whispered.
"Baron Dangloss is his friend, and so is Quinnox. They know a man. The count is different."
"I loathe that old wretch!"
"Hush! He has not wronged you in any way."