The Baroness thought the moment had come when she could effect a pretty little surprise.
“Which of them is called Eva?” she asked archly.
To her intense disappointment he merely stared.
“Don't you really know any girl called Eva?”
He shook his head.
“Can't think of any one.”
Suspicion, fear, bewilderment, made her reckless.
“Have you been in Scotland—at your castle, as I heard you were going?”
A mighty change came over the young man. He backed away from her, stammering hurriedly,
“No—yes—I—er—why do you ask me that?”