“Lady De Courcy, I believe?” said the young gentleman, his own face somewhat agitated.
His voice, too!
Lady Maude, feeling as though she should faint, sunk into a chair, and forced herself to say:
“Yes, sir. And yours—”
She paused.
“Is Raymond Germaine.”
Germaine, too—his name! What feeling was it that set her heart beating so wildly as she gazed on that dark, handsome face, and manly form.
He seemed moved, too, but in a less degree than the lady.
There was no time to lose, and he began, hurriedly:
“Madam, excuse my seeming presumption, but may I beg to ask: Were you not married before—before you became the wife of the present Earl De Courcy?”