"And are you sure," she said at last, "that you have got over your abhorrence of me?"
Lord Chetwynde did not understand this question, but considering it a joke, he responded in the customary manner.
"But what possible means could have induced you to leave Chetwynde Castle at all?" he asked; for, as he had not yet heard her story, he was all in the dark.
"Because you wrote that hideous, that horrible letter," said Zillah; and as the memory of that letter came to her she made an effort to draw away from his embrace. But the effort was fruitless.
"Hideous letter! What letter?"
"The last one."
"My darling, I don't know what you mean."
"Don't you remember how you reviled me?"
"I didn't; I don't understand."
"You called me a Hindu, and an imp."