Claude turned upon her an agonised look.
“If you wish to give me pain,” she said, almost in a whisper; and at that moment Sarah Woodham entered the room.
“Mr Glyddyr, ma’am. He asks you to excuse his calling so early, but if you would see him for a few minutes he would be grateful.”
The shiver ran through Claude again, but she smothered her emotion.
“Show Mr Glyddyr in,” she said calmly, and Sarah Woodham’s face grew harder as she left the room.
“What are you going to say, Claude?” said Mary quickly.
“Say?”
“Yes. Why do you put on that air of ignorance? You know why he has come.”
“Mary!”
“Yes, I will speak. All these quiet calls have meant that, I am sure. He has only been waiting till you came home to ask you to be his wife.”