"Shall you live at Chandos?" she resumed, after a pause.
"Certainly."
"But mamma says she shall leave it and take me." She sometimes called Lady Chandos mother. "Would you stay on alone?"
"I shall not be alone for long."
She looked at him questioningly. I could see her lovely blue eyes raised to his in the dim light.
"Perhaps you will be marrying, Sir Harry?"
"Yes. In a short time."
The faint pink on her delicate cheeks deepened to crimson. Could it be that she had ever suffered the old hopes to arise should certain contingencies occur? Surely not! And yet—poor thing!—her intellect was not quite as ours is.
"Have you fixed upon your wife?" she inquired, drawing a deep breath.
"I have asked this young lady to be my wife."