He continued to gaze at her, and his eyes, large and brown, became blurred; at the same time his mouth tightened.
“How came you to be in such a place as this?” demanded Sydney. He spoke almost as if he were angry with her.
Margaret explained briefly.
“It is an outrage,” declared Sydney. He said it, however, rather absently. He was reflecting. “Where do you live?” he asked.
“Here.”
“You mean—?”
“They make up a bed for me here, after the people have gone.”
“And I suppose you had—before this—a comfortable house.”
“The house which my grandfather Lee owned, the old Lee mansion-house, before we went to the city. It was a very fine old Colonial house,” explained Margaret, in her finely modulated voice.
“And you had a good room?”