He looked at her.
"Is that all you have to say?"
She threw back her head and was silent.
"I was very glad to come back to you," he said, with a sigh, "though I—I wish it were anywhere else than here. But, all things considered, I did not see how to refuse. And you have been here the whole fortnight?"
"Yes."
"Have you"—he hesitated—"have you seen a great deal of Lady Maxwell?"
"Well, I suppose I have—in her own house." Then she broke out, her heart leaping visibly under her light dressing-gown. "I don't blame her any more, if you want to know that; she doesn't think of anyone in the world but him."
The gesture of her hand seemed to pursue the voice that had been just speaking in the corridor.
He smiled.
"Well, at least I'm glad you've come to see that!" he said quietly. "And is that all?"