He slowly recovered calmness, and remained leaning on the gravestone.
“May I ask when this little change began to occur!” he asked presently.
“If you will ask in a less insolent fashion.”
He drew himself up from his leaning attitude, and repeated the question, in different words.
Hadria answered it, briefly.
“Oh, I see,” he said, the savage gleam coming back to his eyes. “The change in your feelings began when Fortescue appeared?”
Hadria flushed.
“It was when he appeared that I became definitely aware of that which I had been struggling with all my might and main to hide from myself, for a long time.”
“And that was——?”
“That there was something in you that made me—well, why should I not say it?—that made me shrink.”