She leaned forward.
“What is the matter, my lord? I did all I could.”
“Yes—ah, yes.”
He was looking at her very strangely. “Did you not guess where I had gone?”
She pressed her handkerchief to her lips and her lids fluttered in a weary manner.
Lord Stair came to the other side of the table.
“So, Ulrica, you stay to share my fallen fortunes?” he asked in a low voice.
She looked at him calmly.
“Did you think anything else of me?”
“My thoughts!” he said wildly. “Let my thoughts go—I know not what I thought—”