His words recalled the truth to her. She turned away and strove to answer coldly.
"My head aches this evening," she said. "I must get off to bed early. I—I dare say it is the fog."
"Let me come in with you and speak to Mrs. Vaudeleur about you. I have a great deal to say to her."
"No, no—not to-night, and not until you have spoken to me first! You must come to-morrow and have a long talk with me. It is too late now, and I feel ill and tired—very tired!"
He drew her hand tenderly through his arm.
"You are crying again, my dear one!" he said. "I have a right to know what is troubling you. Let me take you home and stay with you a little while. Mrs. Vandeleur will, I am sure, excuse the informality of the visit now that she knows that we are so soon to be married."
"She knows nothing of all that."
"What? You have not told her?"
"Not yet. Don't be vexed, Lorin. I have not even seen her since you left me at the door last night."
"Well, at least you have told Miss Cavan?"