“Because she parted you from Arthur?” he asked, anxiously.
“Yes,” mutinously.
“Ah, Cinthia, in that act she only showed you truest kindness.”
“She hated my mother!”
“And with good reason!” he replied, with a transient flash in his dark blue eyes.
Cinthia looked suddenly curious.
“I should like to hear all about it!” she exclaimed.
“Ah, my child, it is too sad a story for your ears, that old feud. I pray Heaven you need never hear it all. We will go away to-morrow, and bury the dead past forever,” he answered, earnestly, while he wondered over and over how she had formed Madame Ray’s acquaintance, though he saw that in her present perverse mood she would disclose nothing.
They both watched the stage in silence for some moments, then she startled him by saying:
“I believe my kind friend Madame Ray would help me to become an actress if I insist upon it. Would you consent?”