The speaker pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and passed it over his face.
"It isn't the least likely she'll live," he said, huskily. "I'm going to take the next train, you know; but I had time to come over here. I wanted devilishly to see your cousin,—oh, I beg pardon, I wanted very much to see her, you know. We're old friends and all that, you know. When did you think she'll be back?"
"I don't know."
"Hope she didn't go alone; dev—I mean, hard wind, you know. Is she alone?"
"No."
"Who's with her?"
"Mr. Lawrence."
Carolyn spoke with the utmost coldness, but she answered promptly.
"Lawrence? Damn him! What's he—"
"Lord Maxwell!"