Sir Maurice kissed her hand with punctilious politeness. He then smiled at Cleone, who stood by the table, pale and wan-looking.
"I hope I see you well, Cleone?"
"Very well, thank you, sir," said Cleone dully.
Lady Malmerstoke sat down.
"Clo has disgraced me," she said comfortably. "Is it not exciting?"
Cleone turned her head away. Sir Maurice saw her lips tremble.
"Please, Aunt—please don't—don't—I shall wed—Sir Deryk."
"And what's to happen to t'other? You can't wed two men, my dear. I'm not sure that I shall consent to your marrying either."
"Sir Deryk—has my word."
"But so has James."