"No," said Rona, faintly.
Her feelings were a most curious mixture of joy and pain. It was wonderfully consoling, after her nightmare journey, her loneliness and helplessness, to find herself in charge of a strong man. But it was horrible to have the relation between herself and Felix so acutely strained. She only ventured one more question.
"Did you know, before I told you, that Denzil had gone to Savlinsky to seek you?"
"Yes; I heard that."
"From Mr. Vronsky?"
"No."
"Does Mr. Vronsky—does Denzil know that you are safe?"
"I think so, by now."
"You have not seen them?"
"No."