“I know that you could not help it, my dear,” she said. Then, after a pause: “You will let me know what my husband has to say about it?”
“To—to say about it?”
“About your decision to marry Frederic in spite of his objections.”
Lydia felt a little shiver race over her as she looked toward the door.
“You will help us?” she said tremulously, turning to Yvonne. Again she saw the drawn, pained look about the dark eyes and was startled.
“You can do more with him than I,” was the response.
CHAPTER XV
Lydia stopped for a moment in the hall, after closing the door behind her, to pull herself together for the ordeal that was still to come. She was trembling; a weakness had assailed her. She had left Yvonne's presence in a dazed, unsettled condition of mind.