"No—that is—I—I—Forgive me!"
"Sir, there are some things no woman can forgive; you dared to think—"
"Of the rogue who came instead," said Barnabas.
"Ah!—the rogue?"
"His name is Chichester," said Barnabas.
"Chichester!" she repeated, incredulously. "Chichester!"
"A tall, slender, dark man, with a scar on his cheek," added Barnabas.
"Do you mean he was here—here to meet me—alone?"
Now, at this she seemed to shrink into herself; and, all at once, sank down, crouching upon her knees, and hid her face from the moon.
"My lady!"