“I loved him very much.”
“Where is he now?”
“In London, I believe.”
“Do you never see him?”
“No.”
“Have you never seen him since he left your home—with the curious name?”
“Yes; but not spoken to him.”
“Where?”
Margaret was silent. Euphra knew her well enough now not to repeat the question.
“I should have been in love with him, I know.”