Far enough from her innocent mind was it to dream that the visit of Rex’s mother had been brought about by her enemies in order to deprive her of a protector and separate her from her lover at the very time when he was most necessary to save her.
Carshaw entered in high spirits. “Well, I have news—” he began. “But, hello! What’s the matter?”
“With whom?” asked Winifred.
“You look pale.”
“Do I? It is nothing.”
“You have been crying, surely.”
“Have I?”
“Tell me. What is wrong?”
“Why should I tell you, if anything is wrong?”
He stood amazed at this speech. “Odd words,” said he, looking at her in a stupor of surprise, almost of anger. “Whom should you tell but me?”