‘Camm lives in Leeds now, doesn’t he?’ asked Otho; and there was something in his voice as he spoke—an inflexion, a shade, which caused Eleanor to glance at him quickly. But he looked as usual, except that he was still haggard and worn-looking, and appeared indifferent about the answer.
‘Yes,’ said his sister. ‘He has a very good post there.’
‘What has become of that little girl he was going to marry?’ asked Otho; and Magdalen gave a little laugh, saying—
‘Well, that is good, I must say. After the way you behaved to her——’
‘What?’ stammered Otho, and there was the same look on his face that Eleanor had seen there as he stood in the hall just before Magdalen’s arrival.
‘He pretends not to know,’ said Magdalen, mockingly. ‘It is not a hundred years since there was a concert in the Bradstane schoolroom, sir.’
And she laughed her measured, cold laugh.
‘Oh, bah!’
‘Ada Dixon was very much out of health, and was sent away into Devonshire into a warmer climate,’ said Eleanor, gravely. ‘She has been away all the summer, and has not yet returned.’
‘Ah!’ said Otho, stifling a yawn. ‘I used to see her in former days, going up and down the village, and going to see you, Mag——’