"It is Carolyn Ffolliott," was the answer; "and you are Lord Maxwell?"
"Yes;" and then the gentleman hesitated.
Even in the dusk, and notwithstanding her preoccupation, Carolyn had the impression that Lord Maxwell was under some unusual excitement.
"May I walk back to the house with you?"
Without waiting for her reply, Lord Maxwell turned, and the two went on.
"Miss Prudence Ffolliott is here?"
There was a certain intensity in his voice which added to the girl's emotion.
"Yes—no," she answered, in some confusion; "she is staying here, as you know, but just now is out in the Vireo."
"When will she be in?" He put the question quickly.
"I don't know."