"Sir, she came here the same night that you—were shot, and she brought Her Grace of Camberhurst with her."
"Yes, John?"
"And they remained here until today—to nurse you, sir."
"Did they, John?"
"They took turns to be with you—day and night, sir. But it was only my Lady Cleone who could soothe your delirious ravings,—she seemed to have a magic—"
"And why," demanded Barnabas, frowning suddenly, "Why was I never told of her presence?"
"Sir, it was her earnest wish that you were not to know unless—"
"Well, John?"
"Unless you expressly asked for her, by name. And, sir—you never did."
"No," sighed Barnabas, "I never did. But perhaps, after all, it was just as well, John? Under the—circumstances, John?"